#impossible-gal

[thxrtexnth]

An Unlikely Meeting || CLOSED || impossible-gal

@impossible-gal Of course, she crash-lands the TARDIS after regenerating. It seemed to always happen. But at least she hadn't landed in a dinosaur's mouth like last time. The doors swung open, allowing her to catch her breath as she stumbled outside. An isolated forest. Good. Still not anything dangerous...yet. Now time to check the new body. Hands run through her hair. No more curls, now straight and short. After a few presses of her palms against her face, she noted that it was no longer boxy and masculine, and now more rounded and angular. Looking down at herself, let let out a gasp. "I've got tits." She gasped to herself, instinctively touching her chest. After a few more minutes of assessing her new body, she pulled the hood of her zip-up hoodie over head, trudging through the forest just to pass the time for the TARDIS to recuperate and get adjusted to her new body.

[the-old-man-has-the-phonebox]

You Will Find Me (Time After Time) || CLOSED || impossible-gal

@impossible-gal The Doctor had been in 1980s London for a little while now. He had lost his memory, met Bill...and now he had lost his newest companion. Everything in his memory was loss. Forgetting, losing, and mourning. So for once in his long life, the Doctor was going on a fun trip for himself for once. He had blended into the area quite well— he kept his Doc Martens, since they were even more fashionable in this time period. He had traded his grey plaid pants for red plaid ones, and had adorned a decent amount of pins, patches, and spikes to the duplicate of his black satin-lined coat. Underneath it he wore a raggedy band shirt, looking like the dream father or grandfather of any of the younger punks he passed as he made his way down the street. Eventually the Time Lord settled on seeing a concert at a dingy pub, ordering a drink for himself before the crowd even fully appeared at the venue.

[the-old-man-has-the-phonebox]

Ghosts of the Past || CLOSED || impossible-gal

@impossible-gal

“—ijustrealizedthateverywomanivelovedhasbeenanechoofyou.”

[pondiisms-blog]

“Can I ask you a question?” Amelia found herself asking the other woman, fidgeting with her fingers as she flashed her a warm smile. 

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[lxsusnxturae-a]

Closed | impossible-gal

@impossible-gal

Alice sighed, eyes scanning carefully along the row of products at the supermarket. Eyes narrowing, she looked back down at the list in her hand and groaned.

The place was familiar - she had spent four years of her childhood there after all - but her memory wasn't the best and she had struggled finding her way around for the first week. Not to mention that her English had gone downhill.

Still, Alice had bought a cafe, her 'skills' being useful in procuring the money, but she had promised herself she wouldn't do things like that once she could stand on her own.

Looking around, Alice called to the nearest person. They were oddly familiar, but she pushed it to the back of her mind.

"Etō, excuse me. Can you see the bread flour? I'm having some . . trouble?" She paused as she searched for the write word, frowning slightly.

[lxsusnxturae-a]

tag test lmao

[lxsusnxturae-a]

Possible Future | impossible-gal

@impossible-gal

The thing about being a SHIELD field agent was that it was dangerous. Because of this, you were advised against telling people close to you about your work. One reason being that they would worry. The other being that they would become targets.

Three months Alice had been working with SHIELD, having started at Level 7 and almost immediately moving up to Level 8, once her skills were known.

It was on an OP in London that Alice saw Clara again, whilst working to take down a confirmed hostile force. Sat in her quinjet, the aircraft floated almost silently in the air as she spoke through the speakers. "UNIT! Wonderful to see you. Miss Oswald, it's been a while." Landing the jet as she spoke, Alice stepped out onto the grass.

[lxsusnxturae-a]

PSA!!!111!1!1!1

@twxlfth-dxctor and @impossible-gal are officially Alice's honorary parents. deal with it.