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disappeared for months and returned to say eleven talked clara through it.
elevenclara shippers i'm still here btw. are we all still here?
so rewatching journey to the center of the tardis and finding out for a brief moment clara knew the doctor’s name!?????
anyways totally insane and i am reacting normally to this i prommy
You think Clara Oswald is a tragedy because you think that travelling with the Doctor changed her and made her too reckless and proud, that she got in over her head and flew too close to the sun; I think Clara Oswald is a tragedy because she was trapped in a world that felt unbearable and she didn’t even understand that or the possibility not to feel that way until she met the Doctor. I think it’s tragic how when you meet someone who feels like the only person in the whole universe who understands your deep seated feelings of loneliness and alienation, you can’t help but mirror each other to the extreme. That sometimes lost people who find each other can’t give each other what they need, no matter how much they might want to. That they would still try, of course they would. That sometimes people’s self-destructive impulses will feed into one another despite their best intentions. That the love was there, but it didn’t change anything. That the love was there, and that’s what changed everything. We are NOT the same.
ElevenClara with whatever drunk prompt you want
"How many drinks did you have?" "Yes, yes I am."
From this post!
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Clara was, decidedly, worried. Although the Doctor seemed to be having a fabulous time, she was growing more and more concerned about just how she would manage to ensure he made it home in one piece. Currently he was whirling around, a ridiculously wide smile on his face, in the middle of the celebration. Fortunately, everyone else was engaged in dancing up a storm, which made it all the easier for her to take his hand and drag him off to a corner.
He leaned forward a little too far once they stopped and Clara put her hands on his shoulders to steady him, her eyes widening as he pressed his forehead against hers, laughing.
“I’ve thought about this, you know.”
She didn’t address his words (or their apparent sincerity), instead asking him, point blank, “How many drinks did you have?”
The Doctor nodded back enthusiastically.
“Yes, yes I am.”
Before he could do anything further, Clara looped an arm through his and pulled him further from the festivities.
“We’re going home, and you’re going to bed. Now.”
“Will you be there?”
“At home?”
“In bed.”
“In my bed, yes.”
“A shame.”
She filed his words away for teasing once he sobered up, ignoring how hot her cheeks were becoming as they walked on.
Introducing Clara with her daydreaming about how cool it was when she killed herself repeatedly is really good.
the thing about elevenclara is that they were BOTH masking so hard when they met except it also kinda works