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[godsdw]

@timelrd

Patience recognized her husband, of course. She always did, no matter how many hundreds of years it had been or how many times his face had changed, those things hardly mattered when compared to recognizing the familiar presence of a mind she loved so dearly. A soft smile lit her eyes as she let her eyes roam over his new form like an art critic appraising a sculpture, “You’re very tall this time.”

[therapardalis]

[Just Friends? meme from @timelrd​‘s Six]

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” ------------

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Doctor, it’s that for you being offended is a lifestyle choice. And besides,” She smacked her lips over newly applied lipstick and reached for a tissue to blot, “I was certain it wouldn’t be your scene.”

Standing from her seat at the mirror, she brushed off her dress and put some finishing touches on her hair. “I mean, imagine the impact on your reputation!” Turn, check back of dress, “Couldn’t possibly allow that to happen.”

[etoilebleu-a]

@timelrd​

         an umbrella appears out of nowhere, the graying man suddenly being shielded by the rain that down poured. a waitress from the restaurant inside, her name tag reading ‘ellanor’. 

          “ sir ? you can come inside if you like. “ she offered, voice so gentle as a delicate invitation. he’d just been standing out there, pacing back and forth or looking for something. 

“ I can get you a coffee, too. “ a smile pressing on her features.

[nineandrunning]

@timelrd​ | for rani

it was the blue box that gave him away. she hadn’t seen him yet, but his tardis was basically a calling card at this point. and if the doctor was there, then her experiments were at risk. “doctor, come out from wherever you’re hiding. this isn’t hide and seek.”

[timewarn]

      ❝     every   intelligent   individual   wants   to   know   what   makes   him   tick  ,     and   yet  ,    is   at   once   𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃    and    𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃   by   the   fact   that   oneself   is   the   most   difficult   of   all   things   to   know .      ❞     @timelrd​

[lightcreators]

@timelrd​ continue from here

❝Is that so? I do the same. Though, most of my thoughts are limitless, having to do with the TARDIS, time, space, and everything in between. My thoughts are innumerable like the stars in the sky.❞ The Doctor looked up from the console. ❝Perhaps you need to get more sleep.❞

Falling asleep was the most harmless action in existence, though, for Frodo into that specific timeline, it was always…complicated. There was a time when during his previous existence, sleeping peacefully was a habit turned upside down by outside circumstances --- when it became slowly a luxury to be able to closing his eyes, to focusing about relaxation and knowing he will returning into the physical sphere without emotional damages troubling him. He somehow created an envy of his antecedent self for such luxury: no heavier thoughts about someone else, about the impact of his actions, about the weight hidden behind his features, about a responsibility sense crushed him. Sleeping was likewise playing with the roulette’s game with his mind. There was no guarantee than no nightmares will tormenting him to no end, turning differently events he tried to overcome. Something who was the immediate consequence of someone who touched the Meta World plane --- when it common for one person to dealing with the closed world of witches from an observer standpoint or a brutally embedded player, there was remorse and regrets who follows…about how a move could have been more useful, treated more efficiently…about how forget that law of death. Most of it especially coming straight away from his own experience about remembrances of his past life in the middle of a remind of his smallness.

Travelling with future incarnations of the one he travelling with firstly wasn’t, relativity, that much damaging --- their dynamic would evolve in the flow of how their finding themselves into their relationship. He would shut down anyways the stories they shared together unless there was room to expressing them in safety. Travelling with past incarnations of the one he knew…was a different matter. Frodo’s approach remained unchanged however he realized there was some couple of things he couldn’t tell besides to watch circumstance of how. He met how Luke Skywalker’s Logic Error had been created maybe however not all the underline of the process of ‘how to be a witch’ had been showed --- Luke was a more or less a Witch when they met, regardless how many clues of understanding he giving him in the meantime as he was changing of plane of existence. He didn’t know the whole story about the Doctor. Possibly the ‘impact’ of his previous presence would be minimal if he managed to be smart enough. It was funny --- eventually, anyone close enough of Featherine would face the literal dilemma of such a theater.  

The time to sleep and to wake up was always hectic when the Time Lord was involved. It was constantly moving, able to be recreated the next days into others hours and by precaution, Frodo had wanted to be awake ‘early’ (since time wasn’t a notion who existed around him) in the fear of missing the destination. He also have to adapting himself to the newest personality of the Doctor, since it was an untouched realm so far (with the futures selves, how a witch would impacting their personality will be a common notion and within their perspective), turning him slowly as a companion of the fresh days. He had been trying not to stare too much about the landscape of the console room however the sensation of he will be travelling was amusing ; not past tense but a future and a present.

❝  You must have an infinite thoughts to dealing with all of it in the same time. ❞ An amused smile pictured about his last sentences about how innumerable his thoughts were. It was clearly an immediate smile of confirmation that shining into his features.  ❝ I guess you don’t know a time when you aren’t thinking about the density of the galaxy… ❞ He added casually while he yawned, wishing not to go back to sleep right away. There was another laugh that could be hear. ❝ Maybe shall I take a nap into somewhere we’ll be in? I will bothered about my inability of be ready when we’ll arrive. ❞ There was another yawn as he caressed the back of his neck for giving himself energy.  ❝ The quality of the bed is perfect, only a few mental problems to fall asleep… do you manage on your side?  ❞

[godsdw]

@timelrd​

Susan had never thought of her grandfather as the sort of man who would have an office, though, she supposed he likely had one on Gallifrey when she was a child. She’d expected it to be... not messier, but more disorganized, she mused, though perhaps that funny little bald man kept things straight. Poor thing, she’d probably quite stressed him out when she’d invited herself in and declared that she would, in fact, be waiting for The Doctor, regardless of how long he was going to be.

By the time the door creaked open, she had perched herself on the edge of the desk, a photograph of her own former face in her hands, “Pretty girl. She your girlfriend?”

[therapardalis]

[Touch Meme from @timelrd​’s Six.]

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest // six gives the best hugs change my mind. ------------

... That was not the response she expected. It was not one she wanted, or so she might claim in the first second or two of arching and squirming like a recalcitrant cat. She was angry, dammit, rightfully so, and she would like to keep being angry, thank you, rather than letting herself be soothed.

But the Doctor was bigger than her, far more solid, and for a very odd and remarkable change, it wasn’t him she was angry with. His lapel brushed on her cheek, the blue and grey almost plain when the question mark on his collar and polkadot tie were the only other things she could see. For another half-second her shoulders remained defiant before she gradually, finally acquiesced, relaxing against him and letting her arms settle around him in return.

“Don’t let this go to your head.”