Aug 1, 2012
thetemporalvagabond replied to your photo: LOOK LOOK AT MY BLANKET
That is a lovely blanket. Beautiful.
Why thank you, my mummy made it for me :)
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thetemporalvagabond replied to your photo: LOOK LOOK AT MY BLANKET
That is a lovely blanket. Beautiful.
Why thank you, my mummy made it for me :)
(There are tears in my eyes. TEARS. Lee/Donna is my OTP, and I've been half praying that you would get a Lee. My day is made, I am so excited. Make me proud, you wonderful person you.)
((Today was the day Donna had officially given up on him, I even had a thread about it. This has officially renewed my faith in the universe.
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She had seen him fall from across the square, heard the twin cracks of a sniper's bullets as they made their deadly way towards his hearts. Sophronia Marston ran without thinking, knocking several people in her path to the ground. "No!" she whispered as she sunk to the ground to turn the fallen Timelord's face to the cloudy sky. "You can't, you're the only decent one of us left. Please." She squeezed his hand tightly, but his fingers were already growing cold as his blood pooled around her knees
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asd;kfljs wow ok feelings.))
Grave.
Donna had never visited her father's grave. The memories were too fresh and too painful. It seemed like just yesterday she'd found out that he was gone forever, even though it had been nearly four years. She almost couldn't believe it when she saw the date on the calendar that the TARDIS had so helpfully provided for her.
Donna stared at it in trepidation, chewing her lips. She ought to go, she supposed. It might give her some closure. Turning away, she folded her arms tightly, then made her decision. She headed out to the console room, finding the Doctor casually pushing buttons and flipping levers.
"Spaceman?" she asked softly, a far cry from her usual bold tones, "Can we put off the trip to Angvar? I'd like to go back to Earth... Saint Mary's Cemetery. Please."
I've found a group of rogue Plasmavores trying to infiltrate Queen Victoria's coronation celebrations, but I can't seem to pin them down all that well. Are you busy?
Oh, Queen Vicky! Well, she won't have met me by that point, so I don't see why not.