#thansunflowers

[ohbrilliiant]

We can honour who we’ve been             And choose who we want to be next.

                          independent / private / mutuals only thirteenth doctor, written by anna (x)                                                                                                        (personals DO NOT reblog)

[cryingroman-blog]

❛ you didn’t miss me, not even a little? ❜

❛ OF COURSE I DID. I MISS YOU ALL THE TIME. ❜ lips curved into a soft (and sleepy) smile, rory takes amy’s hand and plants a kiss on her palm. he takes a sip of tea that – like always! – waited for him for the time when he comes back from work. a prosaic life, like the one he was always dreaming of. and yet, he can feel there’s something missing. a certain presence, perhaps (or just the feeling of running for his life with amy’s hand in his.) even though his work gives him the kind of stability he yearned for while he was travelling in time and space, sometimes, when the doctor’s away, he catches himself thinking that he doesn’t want the adventures to end because seeing amy having the best time of her life is always worth being held hostage by weird aliens or any other creatures which names he can’t remember right after the words leave the doctor’s mouth.❛ SO HOW’S THAT ARTICLE? DID YOU FINISH IT? I’D LOVE TO READ IT, YOU KNOW. ❜ he still plays with amy’s hand, even though he fights with overwhelming exhaustion. ❛ BUT DEFINITELY NOT NOW, I’M FALLING ASLEEP AS WE SPEAK. ARE YOU GOING TO BED SOON? ❜  // @thansunflowers + angsty meme.

[twelvetm]

“You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they're dull as a brick. But then there's other people, and you meet them and you think 'not bad, they're okay', and then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality's written all over it, and they just they turn into something so beautiful...”

for @thansunflowers  ( xx )

[starshown]

❝ don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are? ❞ 😌

                                the last five years sentence starters ( accepting ! )

           nursing her over - mixed cake batter , she decides ,  is a far  easier task than trying to pretend that her life is anywhere near put - together . so , she continues to whisk away at the lumpless , runny , funnily colored contents of her bowl . as if that is the solution .  she huffs at the bowl , and then to amy in quick succession . 

                 she catches a glimpse of the other & purses her lips. she knows that look . loosely translated : PEP TALK INCOMING ! clara wrinkles her nose , waiting for the words that will inevitably lift her spirits . really , all she wants to do is mope. just for a moment. not to think about the future , or bigger & brighter things . she wants to pout over her lack of direction and the cake that will more than likely burst into flames as soon as it’s enclosed in the oven. 

                       but , then it comes              ‘ don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are ? ’ clara cannot help but smile , quickly flicking her whisk ( and a fair bit of batter ) at amy . 

      ❝ i’d say freak is a bit harsh . plus , you forgot cute & ever - so - charming .   ❞ brow raises & lowers , before shaking her head and groaning.  

      ❝ stop being right and just taste this . . . i think i forgot an ingredient and i need an assist.   ❞

@thansunflowers

[partiallystcrs]

‘ it absolutely kills me that i wasn’t there for you . ’ / for eleven :)

                                                  ❝     oh amy…     ❞     eyes squeeze shut , his big ol’ forehead presses against the wooden frame of his TARDIS. an instinct, really ,    remembers the time he used to press his forehead to hers , to calm her, to calm himself too .   his hearts break, & not for himself again, but for her.  time lord wishes desperately to see her again & he’s sure she knows that , & yet he’s regretting this phone call .  he didn’t mean to hurt her more than he already has .  it was his fault they’re stuck in the past , his fault amy can’t have a child , his fault she waited years & years …   

                                        tears are falling , & it almost catches him by surprise. faintest & saddest of smiles forms , & he sniffles. free hand moves to wipe his eyes , & the other tightens it’s grip ‘round the phone. he’s dying , & he can’t see her , & that definitely kills him for than the actual dying bit is.  he clears his throat , tries to sound a bit better than he is , & that means  NO CRYING , doctor.     he misses her dearly.     ❝     wonderful , wonderful amy williams.  don’t let it do that , ‘eh ?  i didn’t call to make you feel guilty , i called to thank you … thank you for being the first face , thank you for being the woman who helped define me & my run.     ❞     voice catches & he has to cough. clear his throat of the sob that threatens to force its way out. 

                                                  ❝     & amy ?    i’m sorry , for everything that it cost you .  really i … i truly mean it , from the bottom of my hearts.  i can’t tell you what it does when i am reminded that i wasn’t there for you.     ❞

                                                                a million little things.     //     @thansunflowers.

[seriouslyaliens]

i really love your portrayal because of how detailed your every reply is, it's so easy to see & hear thirteen while reading your replies because you're writing her so well! you put a lot of work into your portrayal & it shows. :)

how’s my driving? 

       “i can hear them in your writing” is basically the highest compliment i could ever hope to receive about any character. thank you, sugar cube!!!! 

[duccorde]

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

· .  ✩  meme  ‣  @thansunflowers​status ┊ accepting !

concern / sentence prompts

      THE DEGREE OF DANGER that followed him in this life , always present & patiently awaiting a time to strike. whether rearing its presence to sharpen the adventures edge , raise the stakes & compress time allotted that it’s solved. or certain days , it’s a tidal wave that builds up to all encompass when it finally breaks & comes crashing down. as it had this day , naught going right until the very end. but still a quick , clever save hadn’t been enough. the streak of death that followed in his wake unwilling to be skirted around & cheated. not this time.

      FEATURES BATHED IN SHADOW , the sort not cask by an object or absence of light , but those formed by abject sorrow & guilt. a dereliction he’d felt many times over. youthful features seeming to carry an age that none so young - looking should , the weight of the true centuries he had lived & the failure of this day feeling impossibly heavy.

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          ❝ Who else is there to blame , but myself ? ❞

      ABSENT WAS THE DESPERATE edge of one seeking an absolution of blame , instead their lay an accepted defeat within his tone. a flatness that bespoke him already knowing the answer to his question. giving it a mere voice to allow amy a moment to think it over , to come to the same conclusion he had. they had relied on him to save them , pull them out the impossible & return things to the way they were , yet he hadn’t. not for them all.

[cryingroman-blog]

❛ do yourself a favor and stop loving me. ❜ :))

❛ AMY. ❜ her name falls from his lips, a whisper almost like a prayer. immediately his hand finds its way to hers and he strokes it gently, taking his time to find the right words. he knows amy enough, he can hear in the tone of her voice it’s not a way of teasing him… she’s serious. so he takes another breath and when he speaks again, there’s no trace of doubt in his voice. if there’s one thing he’s certain of, no matter if they’re on a planet in thirty-fifth century or in their house in london, it’s the fact he loves amy more than anything. and he can say it out loud every time she needs to hear it. ❛ I WON’T. I LOVE YOU AND I’LL NEVER STOP. ❜ his hand moves to her cheek, a soft smile on his lips. ❛ LOVING YOU IS A FAVOUR. NO, WAIT, IT’S A PRIVILEGE. ❜ his eyes shift to his band and for a short moment, his smile gets a bit wider. another pause, he lets the words sink in, even if he isn’t sure about amy’s reaction after his next declaration, he knows he needs to say it out loud. ❛ TALK, TO ME, PLEASE. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT YOU’RE GOING THROUGH BUT IF YOU LET ME IN, ILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, I PROMISE. ❜ rory never pushed amy to talk about demon’s run and he respected amy’s wish to leave it in the past, but if it still affects her, he wants to help. and nothing can stop rory williams when it comes to helping amy, he had two thousand years to prove it… even if he’s supposed to not remember them.❛ I LOVE YOU, MRS. WILLIAMS. AND NOTHING’S GOING TO CHANGE THAT. ❜ he moves closer to her and when they start kissing, slowly at first, he can feel tears on his cheeks, even though he isn’t sure if they’re his. // @thansunflowers + angsty sentences!