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theimpossiblesavior replied to your post: “.”:
omfg i get like this all the time. that sinking feeling when you see someone you love call for starters from mutuals, so you go to your followers only to find out that they aren't following you. i cry a little.
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I JUST DID. and i feel like a buttface now.
agirloutofblackpool claraaoswlds theimpossiblesavior claraosiwald 0rycbar123
"Miss Oswald, have you seen Mr Pink anywhere? I need his help."
[ text ]: When I see stars I think of you, Doctor. [ text ]: Because you're only beautiful from a distance.
[ text ]: Keep talking, Oswald.[ text ]: Because, hopefully someday— you might actually say something intelligent.
Apes;
"Proved to be far to...succulent- a little sickly if you ask me..."
The sentence is directed at no soul, more to herself if she is honest yet the shadow blocking the soft light of the doorway makes her senses stand on edge that little more. Instead of facing the figure she lets the cool sentence slip from her lips.
"Can i be of assistance at all--Ape?"
theimpossiblesavior
The Doctor shifted in his bed and buried his still sleepy face into the soft pillow. For once, he had actually slept for more than an hour. Which was odd. Something felt.. different with his bed. It was warmer— and a lot more comfier. In fact, he doesn’t remember having such a comfortably soft pillow. Nor could he recall having a pillow that smelled like Clara. His tired eyes fluttered open and to his surprise— it wasn’t his pillow he was holding onto. It was Clara, all huddled up with him under the duvet. He certainly didn’t remember falling asleep with her next to him but for some reason, he didn’t mind at all. And he found himself looking at her with a smile through his sleepy eyes, carefully brushing a lock from her face.
"You're gonna get eaten alive down here, girl."
☾ (We don't RP or anything but this is mainly for the whouffle xD)
The Doctor shifted in his bed and buried his still sleepy face into the soft pillow. For once, he had actually slept for more than an hour. Which was odd. Something felt.. different with his bed. It was warmer— and a lot more comfier. In fact, he doesn’t remember having such a comfortably soft pillow. Nor could he recall having a pillow that smelled like Clara. His tired eyes fluttered open and to his surprise— it wasn’t his pillow he was holding onto. It was Clara, all huddled up with him under the duvet. He certainly didn’t remember falling asleep with her next to him but for some reason, he didn’t mind at all. And he found himself looking at her with a smile through his sleepy eyes, carefully brushing a lock from her face.