#theimpossibleclara

[thedoctornumber11]

“Which star is that?”

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@theimpossibleclara

"I don't think that one has a name," he told her, "Would you like to visit it?"

[faceofeleven]

Shattered sight

Send ‘shattered sight’ for my muse to be put under the snow queen’s curse where they can only see the worst in the ones around them. Or send ‘Snap out of it!’ for your muse to be affected.

"Impossible Clara Oswald.” He caught her reflection in the TARDIS’s console, in the tubing that ran floor to ceiling. Could she see his stern expression? His tight-lipped contempt? “A mystery in an enigma. Well, we solved your mystery, of course. We know who you are. But I never knew what you were.”

[donotappalmewhenimhigh]

IMPORTANT OOC

If I am I the middle of something with you tat started with a question. Either put it into text post or I will because my phone is stupid!!!

[leather-doesnt-breathe]

"Let me go! ((the-impossibleclara))

"Not until you tell me why you were up in the rafters." No one went up there except for crew, and Peter knew very well that Clara wasn’t crew. So his curiosity, and need to know, wasn’t going to go away until she answered his question. She would stay in that chair until he was pleased with her answer.

[raggedymanonacloud-archive]

"But if you’re burying your feelings deep inside you, you won’t really be you, will you?"
((the-impossibleclara))

Send my muse one of the following to see how they react! (Quotes)

Perhaps I don’t want to be me anymore.

[gallifreyanxromana-archive]

Lost in Translation | the-impossibleclara

As much as she loved traveling through time and space, there were aspects that she could do without. Her monitor never liked to be reliable, leaving her to constantly guess what era she was in. She hated asking the locals what the date was, they always looked at her like she was insane, and she was forced to do it again. Without a newspaper stand in reach, she had to rely on the next best thing - an actual human. They were bound to know, they were the ones who constantly lived a life on Earth. 

Waiting until one walked past, she leaned against her TARDIS, arms folded over her chest. She watched numerous humans walk past, finding them too dull or too intimidating to speak to. She wasn't like the Doctor, she didn't run up and talk to anyone and everyone. 

As soon as she found the one she was looking for, she stepped out, blocking their way of walking any further. "Excuse me," she smiled softly at the, before gesturing towards her surroundings. "Do you know what the date is?"