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deepxbreath
"That's not yours."
*heart symbol*
[Text; Owl Brows] I never thanked you enough for letting me stay again.[Text; Owl Brows] I love being here with you, new face or not. It's still you, and you're still as great as you were when we met.[Text; Owl Brows] I can still talk to you about anything. I love it, and I love you. Figured that keeping it silent again would just be trouble
☁ Pretty plz¿ :3
SEND ME A ☁ AND I WILL GENERATE A RANDOM AU STARTER FOR US
Stuck In Airport!AU
This was just her luck. She was on her way home from visiting her Nan when a dreadful storm hit leaving her waiting in the airport until conditions improved enough to get planes on the ground. Clara wasn't the only one who would likely be spending the night at the airport. The waiting area around the gate was rather packed. It took some searching, but she finally managed to find an empty seat to start her waiting. She pointed to the spot and addressed the man next to it,"Is it alright if I sit here?"
deepxbreath:
“You look so hot when you’re pissed at me.”
"I would say likewise..."
River looked up at him, her hands placed precariously on her hips.
"...if I wasn't so pissed at you."
"Clara?! Have you seen my harpoon gun? There's an angry space whale outside. I stole his sandwich two years ago and he's still bummed out about it..."
"I wasn't aware you had a harpoon gun.. Why exactly would you steal a whale's sandwich."
Stay: (closed for deepxbreath)
Rose had been spending another usual day with her friends. Well, whatever Torchwood friends she had. On a I sisal mission of some sorts. She sighed quietly in her daydreams. She sat in the passenger seat of the car and it was rather slick out. Being a usual Cardiff winter. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a blue box...one she'd been wanting to see for a while....then she heard screaming and a crash. And everything went black.
"Who are you calling owl?"
"Oh? No one. No one."
"You're me?! Ugh... What kind of mid-life crisis did I go through? Did Clara die?"
"I’m you! Oi, now that’s not very nice! But— just look at the hair, it’s ginger.. Clara, well.."
