#moonstayed

[ohbrilliiant]

i meant to send this yesterday for the positivity thing but i think you're a wonderful writer & super sweet ! you're a bright presence on my dash & i hope you have a lovely week !

tell me something positive // accepting!

skdjhfdjhfskdhkdhj allison you’re so sweet bless you, thank you for this!! i miss writing with you, we need to catch up

[lilaccoats]

                                                                                                            @moonstayed​

           it had almost been two months. two months of hiding out in the middle of cardiff. two months of hiding out in the middle of cardiff with not one but three time lords who couldn’t exactly remember who they were. ana was trying her best to keep her calm, stay collected and make sure that these new humans didn’t fuck it up, not just for them but for leah as well. but sitting in front of vida in the kitchen of their home, helping to fix a bad cut on her finger while jane paced behind her - ana didn’t think she could last any longer.

           huffing out a sigh, the brunette let her green eyes lift and scrunching her nose slightly up at vida. ❛ when i told you to be more careful... ❜ ana started placing the tape over the gauze and then straightening her back. ❛ i meant it. ❜

[sundayrubyss]

                                                                                                             @moonstayed​

           ❛ how do you stand him ? ❜ the question was vague and it caused ellie to wince. she hadn’t of been in this TARDIS very long, but she knew that ana vouched for her and that her ties to a certain madman wouldn’t affect her reputation. ❛ i mean - he just ... really gets under my skin. ❜ though she was withholding the fact that she had willingly spent an entire year with him and then became a companion. ellie just wanted to ask the people that knew him the best.

[stardustghost-a]

@moonstayed​ said “we’ve only got ourselves to blame.” 

doom days | accepting 

*    THEY’RE  MONSTERS  TO  THE  CORE,      their  DNA  tinged  with  the  disgusting  reality  of  what  their  people  truly  were.    some  nights   -   most  nights   -   romana  is  trapped  in  constant  awakeness  by  how  her  skin  itches  with  the  knowledge  she’d  give  anything  to  forget.   so  many  missing  memories,    how  bad  must  they  have  been  if  this  is  the  kind  of  truth  that  her  mind  didn’t  find  itself  compelled  to  push  aside?    by  the  stars  she  wishes  she  didn’t  know,  wishes  that  she  could  choose  to  go  her  days  without  this  added  weight.    enough.   enough  is  enough  and  she’s  overwhelmed  with  the  very  struggle  of  existing.     ❝  I  don’t  disagree.  ❞    it’s  the  most  she  can   -   will  -   comment.   uncharacteristically  quiet  as  she  resumes  her  looking  around  the  room,    hiding  herself  in  plain  sight.   ❝   but  we  all  need  someone  to  blame,    it’s  a  vital  part  of  grieving.  I’m  told.  ❞

[stardustghost-a]

@moonstayed​ said “all the things we tell ourselves to feel a little better” 

doom days | accepting

*     THEY’RE   IN   DEEP   TROUBLE,    how  can  they  not  be?    their  lives  have  entered  the  stage  where  comfort  and  lies  overlap,    making  them  interchangeable   &&  all  the  more  intoxicating.    there’s  no  relief  in  awareness,   in  the  constant  loss,    there’s  no  comfort  in  sleep  when  nightmares  come  knocking.     the  most  they  can  do  is  keep  themselves  busy  and  pretend  that  someday,    somehow,    they’re  going  to  trip  over  something  capable  of  making  them  feel  less  lonely  in  the  vast  universe.    ❝  I’ve  never  been  one  for  honey  sweetened  lies.  ❞     romana  states  plainly,    boots  clanking  as  she  jumps  down  from  the  top  platform  of  her  tardis,   feet  hitting  on  the  wooden floor  and  straightening  herself  out.    still  she  holds  it  out,    a  leather  bound  book,   freshly  finished   -   gallifreyan  writing  carefully  inked  on  each  soft  page.    ❝  a  few  poems  are  missing,   they  were  too  burnt  in  the  copy  I  found  to  transfer  them.  ❞    still,   she’s  moderately  certain  it’s  the  book  lady  mentioned,    barely  waiting  for  it  to  be  taken  before  she  walks  on  the  glass  covered  streams  to  her  console.  

❝  I  hope  the  piece  of  home  brings  you  some  comfort.    I  would...   appreciate  it,    if  you  weren’t  to  mention  to  the  doctor  my  location.    for  a  while.    my  TARDIS  still  needs  repairs  and  I’m  not  ready  for  that  specific  reunion.  ❞    for  a  moment,    just  a  moment,   there’s  something  akin  to  vulnerability  in  her  tone.   keeping  her  face  out  of  sight  as  she  bows  her  head  over  the  controls,   curls  shielding  her  from  the  other’s  gaze.   ❝  we  both  know  I’m  not  harming  anyone.    just  writing  up  salvaged  literature  in  my  little  corner  of  the  galaxy.  ❞

[twelvetm]

@moonstayed​ sent :  “i wouldn’t change a thing.”

a  curt  tilt  of  his  head  followed  then  he  narrowed  his  eyes  .  “  thank  GOODNESS  ,  i  thought  you  were  going  to  attempt  to  change  my  maths  ,  can’t  stand  it  when  people  do  that  .  ”  he  turned  to  look  at  her  ,  chalk  between  fingers  &&  then  back  to  the  blackboard  .  his  eyes  SKIMMED  the  writing  &&  then  he  reached  down  &&  scribbled  out  a  circular  gallifreyan  calculation  underneath  .  

[twelvetm]

@moonstayed​ sent :  “how’d you always know when i’m down?”

a  quirk  of  an  eyebrow  as  he  put  the  HAPPY  meal  down  between  them  &&  swung  his  legs  over  the  edge  of  the  ledge  .  legs  swinging  childishly  as  he  reached  for  his  soda  ,  the  Doctor  took  a  long  drink  before  tilting  his  head  .  “  you’re  DOWN  ?  ”  he  asked  ,  as  if  he  hadn’t  noticed  her  mood  over  the  last  few  days  .  he  just  wasn’t  going  to  make  a  big  deal  about  it  .  she  wanted  to  talk  to  him  ?  she’d  do  it  eventually  .  he  wasn’t  going  to  FORCE  it  out  of  her  .

“  your  eyes  do  a  weird  thing  where  they  inflate  .  ”  he  told  her  .  “  &&  you  look  like  you’re  going  to  turn  into  a  BALLOON  .  it’s  not  difficult  .  get  your  face  under  control  .  ”  he  added  simply  before  passing  her  some  fries  .

[stardustghost-a]

@moonstayed​ said “what a sight for the sore eyes?” 

broken iris lyrics | always accepting 

* SHE  SHOULDN’T  LAUGH,      but  there’s  plenty  she  shouldn’t  do  that  she  does.   even  existing  goes  against  everything  that  she  should  do,    romana  raising  an  eyebrow  without  needing  to  look  up.     her  chuckle  is  dry,    catching  and  scratching  the  inside  of  her  throat  but  progress  all  the  same,    the  closest  to  genuine  humour  she  knows  how  to  get.    ❝  I’m  an  absolute  delight,    your  eyes  should  be  happy.  ❞    the  remark  is  as  dry  as  her  chuckle,   turning  the  page  of  her  book  sooner  than  any  human  would  ever  be  able  to  process  the  paragraphs  of  tiny  text  before  her.    ❝  please  tell  me  you  brought  me  salty  snacks.    if  you  want  me  to  be  pleasant,    we  both  know  by  now  only  food  can  counter  the  sharper  edges  of  my  personality.  ❞     personality.    trauma.    the  line  between  the  two  has  faded  out  of  existence,   merging  them  into  an  ocean  of  red  and  regret.    it’s  easier  to  pretend  she  knows  where  they  separate  though,    to  blame  her  fiery  presence  on  personality  rather  than  experience.