#mortatlas

[nonatlas]

      @mortatlas​   ,     amelia pond for rory williams.

      “  well, i think we should spend our night off     ---     i don’t know, staring at the stars or something,  ”   she says after a second of staring at her glass of wine. is this her way of saying she’s missed the doctor? yes. but not like she’ll give that info up easily.     “  been a minute since we’ve seen them anyway.  ”

[decimatlas]

@mortatlas​ gets a starter for Wade from Peter !

He’s starving,    and Wade... is, well,    being Wade.    Peter let him storm out of the apartment without stopping him after they got heated over    tonight’s choices:    pizza or Chinese.    It was apparently a very passionate topic for them that night in particular, as Wade has been gone after his    walk-out    for    quite a while now.    That is,    until, he hears muffled music playing on the street below his window. Peter heads to the window, flinging it open    ––    and finding Wade standing on the sidewalk below.    ( Is that a boombox? )    With a roll of his eyes, Peter leans out the window to shout down at him over the music. 

❛ I don’t    want    pizza tonight !!    –––    We had pizza    two nights ago !! ❜

[decimatlas]

“ do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule, or a law, might have stopped me from protecting you? “ / river @ 11 😈

If there was    one thing    the Doctor could count on, it was the fact that    River would never give up    –––    never give in.    It was a rule of the universe ;    as time marched on, so did River Song,    but by the beat of    her own drum.    She was resilient, she was brave, and she would do anything to protect him.    It would kill her someday.    As time marched on, so did River Song,    directly towards her fate.    No, there was no rule, no law that would stop her from protecting him. The Doctor knew that.    There was no rule or law that could stop the    fixed point    at which he lost her...    will lose her.    The Doctor knew that with every moment that passed,    with every beat of their hearts,    she was marching towards that day :    that heart - wrenching day    when her eyes would look into his,    and he wouldn’t recognize her.    But she would die protecting him anyway.    He would not call it destiny.    He would not call it fate.    For it was simply River Song, keeping her promise.

Now, the Doctor held her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks for a few moments.    His eyes look into hers.    They recognize each other.    They know each other.    They love each other.        And with time,     they would lose each other.        Timelines twisted, hearts stretched across time, destined    to love and to lose each other.    The Doctor presses his forehead to hers    ––    his wife’s    ––    and draws in a deep breath.    He lets out a chuckle.   It is a fleeting moment,    a simple expression,    yet it holds so much within.    ❛ Oh,    Professor River Song,    I know    no rule can stop you    from being you.    Though many have tried. ❜    ( And oh, my love, one day... it shall be your end. )

[nonatlas]

     @mortatlas​   ,         wanted amy for rory.

       “   you know, we may be the only couple on earth --- who can say they’re having their anniversary on moon.  [  ...  ]   i say may because    ...   who knows with the doctor?   ”

[nonatlas]

[text] –– i got punched in the face by a cowboy last night. / rory 2 amy lmfao

[ to my loving, himbo husband ] i told the doctor not to take you to ranch world!

[ to my loving, himbo husband ] this is what i get for leaving you two to travel together.

[ to my loving, himbo husband ] never again, babe. never again

[decimatlas]

@mortatlas​ gets a starter for River Song from Jack Harkness!

❛ Professor River Song!    –––    It’s an honor.    I was hoping I’d run into you.    Shame about the circumstances. ❜    In typical Jack fashion  ( and seemingly in typical River fashion )  the conversation was quite calm despite them being chased down by Cybermen.    ❛ I think we should grab  DRINKS  after this.    –––    Swap stories. ❜     Jack peeks his head around the corner, ducking back just as he starts getting SHOT AT.    ❛    ...    As soon    as we deal with the tin cans, huh? ❜ 

[decimatlas]

❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ / river @ 11 🥺

❛ I was –– gah!    I was trying to decorate!    They’ve become sentient! ❜    They certainly have not. The Doctor has simply found himself in a tangled mess, looking helplessly at his wife as she makes her way over to him.    He wanted to surprise her,    and be done before she emerged from one of the many rooms of the TARDIS in the outfit of her choice. Fat lot of good that plan was. He can’t even    flap his arms about,    as they are wrapped in what appears to be  FEET UPON FEET  of fairy lights.    ❛ I could, uh  ..  use a bit of help. ❜

[decimatlas]

❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ / river @ 11 ..

❛ Oh, no no no.    –––    I do.    Just not in this one. ❜    The Doctor points down at her hot chocolate, then nods to his own.    He had gotten it from the planet Christmas,    which was known for its sweet treats.    ❛ See, this is    very special hot cocoa.    It’s already got a taste as if there are marshmallows in there. Try it. ❜    The Doctor watches her expectantly.    And if she still wanted the marshmallows, he’d scamper off to the kitchen and get them for her immediately.    Like a good husband.