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oneshiningmxment replied to your post“no matter how many times I watch Maleficent, I will never not find it...”
omg that was tragic...
It is one of the saddest things ever tbh, and it's because of Angelina and how powerful she makes the reaction to it tbh.
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♙: to cook Christmas dinner together
A loud clanging could be heard from below the sink as Hayley searched the cupboard for the right pots and pans. God, she needed to go and buy some new ones - she'd probably had the same pans for about seven years. And then a bang as the redhead whacked her head.
"Ow! FFFuck!" When she heard the door to the kitchen open, Hayley emerged from under the sink, rubbing her head. Oh, thank God! It was Donna. Donna, who -- to be honest -- wouldn't be surprised by how unorganised Hayley's plan of Christmas dinner was. It always was that way with cooking meals.
"Oh, th-th-thank God. Please t-t-t-tell me you know the ffffirst thing about making a t-t-turkey dinner."
oneshiningmxment replied to your post:"You humans really are interesting. You lot have...
Or as the saying goes. A butterfly does not see its own beauty, but everyone can see it.
"You humans are butterflies. That's my conclusion. Gorgeous butterflies who go out and take flight, because you're searching for freedom. Always, you humans."
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[Not sent] Donnaaaaaa
[Not sent] When are you coming back?
[Not sent] I'm starting not to feel my legs
[Not sent] Time Lords aren't built to hide in an old wardrobe for long periods of time, you know. Is the prioress gone yet?
[Not sent] Is that you? I hear someone coming
[Text to: Earthgirl] You're not going to believe this.
i wanna hold your hand;; closed
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melancholy. it bore down on him. like atlas, he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. like hades, he did feel cheated by fate. a swarm of emotions clouded his eyes, centuries of age and loneliness glistening in the tear lurking under the apex of his left eye. it pressed against the skin of his lower lid, and he could feel it fighting his control.
loneliness. it encompassed him. and he could not deny that things were harder than they once were. harder than they ever were before. and he had been forced to do things...very hard things...and they hurt. they had come back full circle, and not even the near-impenetrable barriers of his beloved TARDIS could ever spare him from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
the doctor sat there midst the machinery, their steady prowess foiling the broken gears of his inner turmoil. for the fate of donna noble had shattered him. and it wasn't just the longing for company. it was his coldness that he had shown prior to his actions. shutting down every ounce of sympathy and remorse as he looked into her tear-enblazoned irises with the empty gaze of his own. the feel of her warm skin, growing warmer to the touch as his fingers connected with the skin of her temples. the cries of protest that echoed echoed echoed even know in the silence, each word more tortuous than the last as they whispered to him through a veiled mind.
for awhile he had tried to forget. to fill the hole in his hearts with the wonders of the universe. but as time passed (he had no idea how much; he refused to keep count) the doctor began to go through the same motions. -----flip, turn, sideways, grab on, turn up collar, brush off jacket, slide on glasses.
the gravity of his situation threatened to break him; his weary hands purposeless as they held up the weight of the sky.
somethin' in the way she moves...
he's selfish in his desires. but here the weight of the sky is lifted ever so slightly, as his hands are imbued with a slight sense of renewed purpose. damned that he may break his penance, but a few words--just a few words. that's all. a final glimpse and a few words. one final visit. and he's gone from her life forever. not even a few, just the one word that he never got to say.
goodbye
risen to his feet now, he lolls around the console, imprisoned in a limbo of happiness and grief and anxiety. in the back of his mind he knows that it's selfish. he doesn't deserve a peace of mind after what he did. but he wants it. and the universe be bloody well better off with someone else if he can't seal the finality of a lost farewell. he owes her that much.
shaken with a mix of emotions--some without classification---he's standing on the doorstep in his suit and coat, the time beforehand having faded into a blur, as he's unsure what transpired after he decided. he waits eagerly on that doorstep, and the folds of the trench coat bend to the contours of his arms as he reaches out to knock.
yet now that he's here, he realizes that there's a tentativeness. it fumbles with the certainty(???) of his decision earlier. and he realizes that he just can't.
after a multitude of time has passed, and his arm has been outstretched towards the door, he finally commands himself to turn around--
c r e a k.
Apes;
"Are you even remotely aware of what the words- 'Do not enter' mean?"
A snarl curls her nose as she snaps, harsh and almost bone cutting at the monkey.
"Please feel free to take this personally.”
The Master just rolled his eyes.
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