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I’m sorry, but I don’t know your characters well enough to do a moodboard

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Send 👞 to throw a shoe at my muse.

She’s just going to stare and not even ask. Doesn’t stop her from reaching for the same shoe he tossed to throw it right back at him.

#asks #answered #( I saw this and went 'stop arguing you weird couple. wait. ' then just sort of stared at my icons for a bit )#treadedsoftly

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“What was that for?!”

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For every ₪ I get, my muse will take a shot/have a drink

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“Gonna take more then this to knock me over... who do you take me for? Jack?” He asked as he pushed the fourth away.

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"No more tears"

@treadedsoftly / meme

She was just scared. She tried not to let it show when they were on adventures and the like, but really she was easily frightened. The adventures they went on, although fun, were TERRIFYING for her half the time, and yet she kept quiet about it. The Doctor didn’t need to know that she was scared. She wanted to go on these adventures, and she worried that if the Doctor found out just how frightening they were for her he would think she was unfit to go on them with him. So she always kept up the facade that she was totally okay until she was alone, and then she would allow herself to actually express how scared she had been.

And their latest adventure? Well it had certainly started out as exciting, but soon had turned scary; and by the end of it they had been running for their lives. And yet she had kept up an expression of excitement and happiness when they returned to the TARDIS, then quickly excusing herself to go to her room. And it was there that she had begun crying, which soon turned into sobbing into her pillow. She was just scared and needed to have some way to get it out of her system, which crying provided her.

But then she heard the door open; the door that she had forgotten to lock. And she immediately bolted to sit upright on the bed, head lowered as she tried as hard as possible to wipe away the tears, making odd gasping noises as she tried to force herself to quit crying in such a short amount of time. But with that and trying to wipe the tears away she couldn’t concentrate on saying anything to him, instead just concentrating on trying her hardest to make it seem like she hadn’t been crying, although that was all but impossible by now.

#i d k #treadedsoftly #sorry this is shit jfc