Nov 29, 2013
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"Hello, I'm the Doctor! Now run!"
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New Followers
"Hello, I'm the Doctor! Now run!"
HEYHEY. EXCITE.
//I got the navigation mostly set up :D All I have to do is figure out how to get the picture back and how to keep it from cutting off the last two links BUT I'm mostly finished :D
Boom :D Click on the red to check things out!
Also while you're at it click the blue...
*****promotes*****
5 are experiencing nightmares
"Oh my god! Are you alright? You look like you took a tumble."
cclaraoswaldd answered to your post “?”
//yes you should do it
that'll be my project tonight c:
I'm sorry I haven't been on much the past few days and there are several messages I haven't answered, I've just been feeling terrible and suff. I don't know. Maya ily and I'm going to write a proper reply. Avery, you should write a starter and I will reply; it can be anything you want. Everyone, you guys are awesome and I'm going to sleep now. Enjoy the last two things in my queue tomorrow and then we'll see.
+05
+"Hello. You don't happen to have a key for these cuffs do you? Perhaps my conic that they took from me."
It was so quiet without the Doctor. So cold. Alone. Yet, even though lives come and go, time never ceases. No matter how short or long a life may be, no matter the impact it makes, each life is but a story in the end, footprints slowly washed away on the shore. Lives begin and end, but time is eternal. The Doctor knew that better than anyone. He knew so much.
He would know what to do now, she was sure; if only her Doctor was still there, spinning around the console, hands enthusiastically dancing over the controls... controls that would never be touched again. An infinity inside a blue box that would never be seen again.
She held out for awhile, but it was so difficult to keep going without the will to live. Over a thousand years she'd traveled with her Doctor, more than enough time for two to become one. What was her purpose now? He was the last Time Lord, but one day his life had just... ceased.
No one to travel the universe with. No one to see the sights of all of space and time, to adventure with and explore to the ends of eternity, and get into a an impossible amount of trouble along the way.
The amount of time that she kept herself going was remarkable. When she knew he wasn't coming back, she locked her doors for good, sealed them so not even one with a key could enter. There were visitors, of course, a plethora of them, and she knew them all; but she opened for none.
Months turned into years, and the years passed mercilessly. Her exterior began to succumb to the erosion of nature, rain, freezing and thawing ice destroyed the wood and time peeled her paint, vines crept up along her sides, but it didn't matter anymore. She wasn't going anywhere.
Then the time had come for her to cease to be, too. She could have gone on forever, undoubtedly, with the neverending supply of energy she had readily available. But she didn't want to.
When the final day came, there were few present to see her off, only those that had been able to grow to know her; those that had grown to know the both of them, the TARDIS and her Doctor. His companions, those he had traveled with; or at least, those who could make it. And oh, she remembered them, also. But the Doctor was the one that should really be there. He was the one that really should have had the chance to say goodbye...
A sound rose from the dying ship, the first sounds the ship had emitted in 35 years. The grinding brakes filled the brisk late-autumn air, but they weren't as they usually sounded; after the first sounds of a usual landing, the grinding continued, but with an added sound- a high-pitched noise that blended with the brakes. A melody. A slow sonnet that rang throughout the wood, filling the vicinity with an abyssal feeling. A mourning lament for the last Time Lord.
The song faded, leaving the wood heavy with silence. The lights of the TARDIS flickered and shut down, never to stir again.
*headcanon*
The Doctor can cook, and he's actually good at it, too
He just... makes a bit of a mess in the process...