#timeweary

[stratospherecaster-blog]

@timeweary

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“Oh, c’mon I want to meet the King. If not him then you have to take me to meet B.B King. What is the point of a time traveling box if you don’t meet the greats?”

[wednesdayswithclara]

/arrives late with two cups of hot chocolate with a layer of tiny marshmallows

The great and powerful Os(wald) has been appeased. She takes her mug of hot chocolate daintily blowing on it before taking a sip. “Are the pink ones still the best?”

[ofarchaeology-blog]

“Does it need saying?”

saying ‘i love you’ ( accepting | mutuals only )

                                   SHE GATHERS THE  folds of the heavy woolen fabric, bunching the ends with tightly wound fingers at the center of her chest, directly above her heart. That same heart is fluttering, not thundering for once, as he takes a step back. He had been so close a moment ago, his arms pulling the blanket around her, that she had stopped breathing. Physical proximity, however, was no guarantee of any sort of connection. It’s as though they stand on two cliffs, opposite each other, separated by the deepest of ravines and the only place they might meet a rickety bridge - one gust of wind and they’ll both be blown away. 

      She hadn’t expect him to make an appearance this evening; it is cold and drafty in the corridors and the inhospitable weather makes socialising, even quiet conversations, seem an insurmountable endeavor. So when he’d knocked on her door and asked to come in, she’d been too surprised to think of an excuse to turn him away. 

     A few hesitant pleasantries had been exchanged, and then he’d confessed that he’d thought she might be cold, and had decided to bring an extra blanket over himself. Taken aback, she’d only been able to respond with a breathless,   ❝ Why? ❞  

     Berating herself silently, she’d stiffened as he’d stepped toward her but had thought she’d caught a glimpse of a sad smile. It had disappeared too quickly for her to be sure.   ( ‘DOES IT REALLY NEED SAYING?’ )  he had replied while drawing the blanket around her. 

     She can’t think of a proper thing to say. So she just stares at him, and then a moment later he’s gone.

[shxrpwit-blog]

“ Satan. Santa. Sansa?? ”

[wednesdayswithclara]

[1:10 PM] ultimate meme lorr.: FFS Y ARE U DOING THIS TO ME [1:10 PM] ultimate meme lorr.: HOW DID I HURT U TO DESERVE THIS [1:11 PM] ultimate meme lorr.: THAT'S IT [1:11 PM] ultimate meme lorr.: I'M DONE LIVING

guys I broke Lorr

[unionjackwolf]

@timeweary liked this for a starter

“Do you mind? I’ve got to go through.”

      Rose was already getting slightly irritated, for the crowd that gathered in the middle of the street seemed unmoving, for whatever reason. It was the Christmas season, yet Rose was unsure which year she landed in this time. Getting ripped apart and collected back together across several realities in a row did a number on her, and she desperately needed sleep.

       It did not help that the man was staring at her as if she were a ghost, though that might not have been a far off assumption.

                     “Mate, are you even listenin’? What’s wrong?”

[hiisbox-blog]

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

Margaret Atwood

[ofarchaeology-blog]

   i would just like to point out that in new production stills of the christmas special there is a sign on the tardis’ door that says ‘carol singers will be criticised’