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[withloveandtime]

//TBH, I applaud every single Clara that walks the face of this website.

 I could never, in a million years, successfully rp a character as complex and mysterious as she is. I think you're all brave and wonderful and I love every single one of you. I know a lot of you get hate for it, and I'm so, so sorry for that. But I want to let you know: you are appreciated. You are amazing. And you deserve more credit than people give you.

[bowtiesxfezzes]

Always post the rules

- Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 10 new ones

- Tag 10 people and link them

- Let them know that they have been tagged

1.) If you had to watch one show for the rest of your life, what would it be?

FRIENDS

2.) Do you believe dreams have meanings?

Yes, I do.

3.) Favorite celebrity?

None so far. They're all equal to me.

4.) Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?

smooth

5.) What’s your zodiac sign?

Virgo

6.) Your OTP for this account?

Whouffle, or Souffez

7.) Headcanon about your TOP?

Headcanon: If Clara were to die currently, The Doctor would continue to go on a never-ending search for her. He would never give up, even if it were no longer possible, he'd keep searching.

8.) The person you like waves at your in the hallway— how do you react?

Wave back and give a kind, "Hello." and attempt to strike up a conversation

9.) Who do you admire the most?

Currently? That's tough too. I'm not sure either. I've never really thought about this one.

10.) What’s your top played track this week/or all time in your music player?

Levels - Avicii

  1.) What is your favorite food?

2.) Do you play videogames? If yes, which games? If no, why not?

3.) The person you currently do NOT have a crush on asks you out, but you do not return those feelings, what would you do?

4.) Do you have a celebrity you admire?

5.) Do you have any current OTPs?

6.) What is your favorite music genre?

7.) What is your favorite movie?

8.) favorite artist?

9.) Do you have a friend you look up to?

10.) How's the weather?

[ameliaafterthefairytale-blog]

"Okay...where am I? And why does my head hurt so much?"

[alloftimeandspaceandyou]

Starting Again || Ten and Rose

  "Where are we off to, Rose?"

  It was a simple enough question. One that had been asked several times before.

  The fact that he got to say it again now though, after so long, after he thought he'd lost her forever, was unbelievable. Mind-boggling.

  Earth had been saved. Again. Mickey and Martha and all the others had been safely returned, with Donna making the promise to look after his meta-crisis creation. They would be happy together, he reasoned.

  Taking Rose and Jackie back to their parallel universe would have been the best option, he knew, but it was one that he decided not to take, after much deliberation. There was a risk involved in playing about with universe boundaries, of course, but Jackie Tyler was a risk all on her own anyway.

  Besides, Rose had downright refused to go, which had swayed his decision.

  He was the Doctor, after all, a Time Lord - the rules of the universe would bend to him, not the other way around.

  So after dropping Jackie home - and good riddance, too, he thought - he and Rose were finally standing beside the console together. As things should be. There were, literally, worlds of opportunity open to them now.

  But, as it often was, their destination was decided by fate, not them.

  Feeling a warm sensation in his pocket, the Doctor reached in to pull out his psychic paper, flipping it open. Scrawled across the blank page was a message.

  Help

  But the handwriting seemed strangely familiar.

  Before he could even show Rose the message, however, his ship lurched, and he tumbled to the ground. Knees throbbing horribly, he got up and tried to get the TARDIS back under his control, but she was spinning off through the time vortex, apparently drawn by the odd message.

  "Doctor!" Rose cried out. "What've you done?"

  "I don't know!" With difficulty, he yanked at several levers, trying to stabilise the TARDIS. What on Earth was going wrong?

  Rose, having also been caught unawares by the sudden movements, was clinging to the handrail for dear life, but it wasn't enough to stop a particularly violent jolt sending her crashing to the floor. Overbalancing, the Doctor followed suit, nearly squashing her. 

  Silence. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, their faces barely inches apart. And then they laughed. 

  This was exactly how things were supposed to be.

  Catching his breath back, he kept his eyes locked on hers. He'd missed Rose so much, almost more than he'd realised. And he'd never got to tell her how he felt.

  "Rose Tyler, I-" But a small shake of her head silenced him.

  "I know. I know, Doctor." 

  They stayed like that for a while, neither of them talking. It wasn't necessary, he realised. They understood each other perfectly. There was no one in the universe he loved more than Rose Tyler, no one else he would rather be with at that very moment. She was all he needed.

  He eventually helped Rose to her feet, both of them a little unsteady. No lights were on in the console room.

  "We haven't crashed, have we?"

  "Dunno, this doesn't really happen much. Well, maybe." Handing her the psychic paper, he pushed on his glasses, examining the console. "I haven't had a chance to take her back to the Rift to fuel up lately - it's gonna take a while for her to switch on the reserve power."

  "You're joking."

  "Oi! Been a bit busy, if you hadn't noticed. Besides, this gives us a chance to look around. Don't you want to see where we've landed?" Pocketing his glasses, he bounded to the door. 

  "Who sent this, then?" Rose asked, holding up the message. But the Doctor didn't hear her. His mouth was agape, and he was gripping the doorframe tightly.

  "No, that's not possible, we can't..." he muttered to himself. Curious, Rose followed him over. 

  "Who sent this, Doctor?" she repeated, a little more insistent this time. Wordlessly, he took the psychic paper off her, staring at it blankly, and put it away, taking her hand.

  "My granddaughter," he said, stepping outside.

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my tag is broke

[livingbreathingfire]

[ t e x t ] how do you feel about morning cuddles?

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sherlock is all that matters right now

[livingbreathingfire]

hey hey hey hey

do the cuddly already together plot with me

pls

~ u know u want to ~