#clarowsald

[rosetylerthevaliantt-blog]

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Rose’s day at school was going from bad to worse, and Clara certainly wasn’t helping. Everyone knew that the two didn’t get on, even the teachers, but they still had classes to take together. Nobody knew about Rose’s current troubles with her boyfriend Jimmy, but only her two best friends Keisha and Shareen knew about that, and she intended to keep it that way. It was half an hour before registration, and Rose sat on top of one of the picnic tables, resting her chin in her hands and looking miserable.

“Oh no,” she heard Shareen mumble next to her.

Following her gaze, Rose saw Clara and her friends approaching them. “Leave me alone, Clara,” she warned. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you, today.”

[twxlfth-dxctor]

@clarowsald "Get out! Go away! I told you not to follow me!" The Doctor snarled, pointing at the door. He'd been trying to rid his mind of the memory of a nightmare that had been haunting him for weeks now. To do so, he'd had to let the TARDIS into his mind, and use a screen, so that he'd be able to identify any possible triggers of the nightmare by watching it back. What he hadn't expected was to be followed by Clara. And now she'd quite possibly seen the nightmare while he'd been trying to watch it.

[imjustanauthor]

@clarowsald

Today was one of those days where John just seemed unable to write. They were becoming increasingly more common - worryingly so, actually. He had deadlines to meet, and the fans expected his usual fast writing, but if he continued to have writer’s block...

Walks helped, he found. He could take inspiration from the people around him, and when he got home he usually found that he could write a little, or come up with a new plot point. John’s usual companion on these walks was his beloved companion - his pet dog - but the weather was too cold for her to accompany him, and so he found himself walking along for once. That was okay, though. It meant he could walk for longer than he usual would.

Which was how he found himself in a part of the city that he was certain he had not visited before. John was certain he would remember if he had been here; after all, an American style diner in the middle of London was a strange sight. He spent a moment staring at it in confusion - before his stomach loudly rumbled. Damn. Perhaps it had not been a good idea to skip breakfast again.

Looking around, the author could see no other nearby places to eat. He’d have to risk it. Maybe the diner would be good? He could get some pancakes, perhaps. Americans did like pancakes, didn’t they?

“Hello?” John called as he entered the building. It seemed empty. Strange. “Is this place open?”

[speedforcebedamned]

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Keep going, and your face will stick that way.