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“ At any point, I could blow up or collapse like some dark star or… ”

“I hope that you’re speaking metaphorically,” Ashildr said tilting her head. “I’ve thought that on occasion about myself, but a few billion years later, I’m still standing.”

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Hi guys. As part of a massive overhaul of my blog, I’m dropping the following threads. Apologies that I’m having to do this as I’ve loved playing with everyone possible but I can no longer devote the time to the amount of threads I have going. I don’t know if the mention limit really is 10 or if I’ve pulled that out of thin air, but I’m dash-spamming today in blocks of 10 mentions. (Ok I squeezed 11 on this one)

If you had an idea you were looking forward to in any of the threads I am dropping, please don’t be afraid to message me or send me an ask if you want to talk plot. Otherwise if you are still keen to play with me and you have no other threads with me, keep an eye out for any plot things or memes I do in future and I’ll see what I can do.

@survivingthedemonsinside Crossing The Path Of A Crossbreed

@tamaraneanroyalhousehold Thread

@theagentturnedwanderer Bite Me

@thechildgenius Dimension Cannon

@thecxrator Thread (Missy) - sorry, love, dropping my ‘canon’ Missy threads!

@thedemonafteryouangel It Won’t Stop Squirting

@theiracademydaysareover Thread

@virtualizedcyberplannermrclever Role Reversal (with X & XI)

@wednesdayswithclara Yes Master & Moan & Favour

@wolfsircn Exist

@ziencora Bored & Thread

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The Day of The Doctor - POV The Curator

The War Council had been slightly amiss in their count. All thirteen. There in fact were fourteen versions of The Doctor who had been aware of the plan to relocate and save Gallifrey from destruction. The Curator, having been the final piece in a rather obscure puzzle. He sat in the Undergallery, in a room nobody even knew existed, beside what remained of the TARDIS console.

Pouring over the long written notes, he made small adjustments here and there. A knob turn, a switch flip. He had to keep track of Thirteen TARDISes whizzing about all thinking THEY were the smartest in the bunch. (Six especially, who’d veer wildly off course from time to time)

A little radio was quacking away the conversations between The Doctors, and the War Council, and when the final button was pushed, the elderly man heaved a sigh of relief, and let his old bones rest. He’d have to get ready though, as soon he’d meet his Eleventh Face, and they’d have a crucial conversation, about his next steps.

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Tropes: The Curator / Final Doctor (Reblog, DON’T REPOST. It took forever to find gifs of older Tom NOT from the one episode he was in)

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{🌼} SHE HAD ONLY BEEN LOOKING TO HAVE SOME FUN. Not to mention, it was ultimately for a good cause, like Meena said. It could happen like the movies, she could be bought off by some person and swept off her feet-- who knew who she’d meet ? And that was why Molly was currently standing offstage watching as girl after girl stepped on, had her name read off, and got bids that climbed higher and higher as they flashed winning smiles at the crowd. At the end of it, they’d walk off arm in arm with the highest bidder. Molly on the other hand took a deep breath as she went onstage, she didn’t seem to EXUDE the confidence the others had, though she tried to keep her head held high, she realised this was a rather unfortunate time to realise she had stage fright. She moved next to the announcer, who gave her an encouraging smile as he read off her name. What followed next was SILENCE. It was long, it was embarrassing. Molly realised her palms were sweating as she shifted from foot to foot, praying for someone to at least raise their hand. Say SOMETHING; instead people just shuffled about, muttering to themselves. Even the announcer was starting to look nervous as the minutes trickled by, she was holding up the show. SHAME pooled in her stomach, and made her want the wooden floorboards to just open up and the earth to just swallow her whole; she made eye contact with Meena, begging her friend to DO SOMETHING and get her offstage. Just as the other was getting ready to raise her hand, something happened. Someone bidded for her. Sure, it was only 20 pounds, but it was something. All at once it was like the whole auditorium sighed in relief, the announcer was shaking her hand, practically S H O V I N G her off the stage; good riddance, he must be thinking, nearly dodged a bullet there. Molly stumbled off, meeting the man who had placed the bid. He was clearly getting on in years; but Molly didn’t mind. He’d saved her from crushing disappointment and embarrassment, she was sure they could still have a good time. He’d treat her like a gentleman, probably slow dance with her, buy her flowers and talk about his grandchildren.

“Hello. Thanks-- for saving me up there.”

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After the Doctor saved Gallifrey, he had come to the art gallery many times, just to visit and see the paintings, especially his favorite one, Gallifrey Falls No More. He sat on a bench, observing the picture when the familiar face from before walked up.

“I’m back again,” the Doctor stated with a smile.

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