#jay;;

[likeacharacterinamusical]

writing excerpt

Graham sits on his sofa, a warm cup of tea held in both hands, and he stares wistfully out the window, wondering when the Doctor would return. I hope she's alright, wherever she is.

He's torn from his thoughts by a shrill cry and turns to see the Doctor standing in the middle of the room, holding out a small child with brown skin and eyes and tufts of blonde hair, her own green eyes wide with fear.

"Doc? H-wh-" tea spills onto the carpet as he hastily sets his mug on the windowsill and stands, pulling his glasses from his pocket and putting them on. 

"Is that where you've been all this time? You and the Master h-had a kid?"

Her features scrunch and she grapples for words before blurting, "what?! No! Our TARDIS' had a baby!"

[shattercdskull]

I love them and I love that no matter what batshit bullshit garbage the universe throws at us, we've got each other. I've got them.

and they've got me.

how fucking lucky can one man get?

[shattercdskull]

hm. don’t like that either. going to keep my mouth shut though.

[shattercdskull]

hm. don't like that.

[shattercdskull]

i wanna fucking diiiieeee FUCLKSDJF

[shattercdskull]

he was scared I was mad at him because he was tortured and he thought I was upset. he thought he asked for it and thought I was upset with him for it.

I feel sick. 

I don’t know what’s worse, the thought that he thinks he had the traumatic things in his life coming, or the fact that something I fucking did made him think I could be upset with him for something traumatic.

both, probably.