#walkingondust

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@walkingondust | Continued

Being caught crying was one thing. Being caught crying by a teacher – and one Howie liked, for that matter – was another thing altogether. Still, it was nice of Mr Chesterton to offer his handkerchief. "Th... Thank you..."

[imjustanauthor]

@walkingondust

“Ah, uh... Hello? I’m not breaking into anywhere illegally - I promise.”

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[Your current thread with walkingondust is giving me a lot of feels ]

I’m so sorry for the feels!!

But at the same time; aha success! 

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The Chesterton Clan || Closed

  One more chapter down, twenty more to go. Barbara sighed and quickly checked over her paper once more for any typos or errors. Unfortunately, she found a few. The struggles of using the typewriter. Oh well, nothing she couldn’t white out and re-type later. She was sitting at her desk in her office, nearly done with her second book, a follow up to rather popular novel about the life and times of Alexander the Great. With a few ‘personal’ touches in the narrative, of course. This time she decided to focus on Marco Polo’s journey. Though she was struggling to keep her own personal bias out of it.

 “Mummy?” The little voice of her three year old daughter took Barbara out of editing mode. Sabetha was sitting on her lap, looking up and smiling, a blue crayon in her left hand and piece of colouring paper in the other. “Lookie!” She said, holding out the paper to her mother.

 Barbara took the picture from Sabetha and saw a scribbled picture of a blue rectangle, yellow wave-like things coming from all around it, white little squares near the top. Her daughters interpretation of the TARDIS. 

  “That looks beautiful, darling! Is that the TARDIS?” Her daughter nodded and giggled. “My, it looks just like it.”

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“Are you okay?” - walkingondust

( @walkingondust | meme )

After a near-death experience

Her heart is pounding against her chest, her breath has left her body, and there’s a deafening ringing noise in her ears. But, at least, she’s alive. She can hardly catch up with her thoughts, but she knows—- just knows— that had she been standing just a few feet closer to the source of the explosion she wouldn’t have been so lucky.

She doesn’t seem to notice the man, preoccupied with checking herself for injuries. Unsurprisingly considering the life she leads, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened.

It’s only after she’s satisfied that there’s no external bleeding from the fall ( well, blast ) that she realises that she isn’t the only one there, and her gaze slowly drifts up towards him.

“ —- Are you okay?”

Apparently she hadn’t heard him ask the question first.

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Didn't you know that chemists do it periodically on the table?

The amount of done Barbara felt at that exact moment could not be measurable by any instrument in the universe.

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From the Depths||Closed

   Barbara stood at the edge of the beach, water gently lapping at her ankles, before it rolled back, leaving nothing but bubbles and froth around her bare feet. She had been staring at the darkening horizon for fifteen minutes now. It wasn't that she was starting to question her decision, far from it, it was just a surprisingly beautiful night. The wind was gently blowing through her hair, and the only sound filling the night air was the crashing of the waves upon the shore. 

    Despite living in a port city, she couldn't stand the beach. She had never learned how to swim and even when she tried a giant wave was pull her under and nearly drag her out to sea. She supposed it was a fitting place for her die. She turned to look behind her, to the darkened city just a mile or so away. She had grown up there but she certainly was not going to miss it, not one bit. It had become her own personal hell on earth. But it didn’t matter anymore. In a few moments nothing would matter anymore. 

  The sun had long since set, the last of it’s rays fading into the night and the first few stars twinkled into existence. Barbara took a deep breath, and stepped further into the ocean, the chilled water now reaching just under her hips, soaking her dress and weighing down the fabric. Another step forward, and the water was now at her stomach, another and it reached  just under her chest. The ocean had become rougher now, waves rising and cresting against her body. But she still couldn’t stop. 

  Two more steps, the salty water was at her chin. She had risen onto her toes to stay above the water, a natural reaction. One more step, one more step and she’d be under. But she didn’t even need that step, as a wall of water hit her from her side and knocked her over, sending her sprawling into the sea.

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Can I take a moment for appreciate how much you have so real interactions with Ian it's like read missing scenes of DW and discover another situation inside the AU? It's say. It's take a moment I'm always 'waaaaa' when I see each replies for one another.

[Oh my gosh, thank you so much! That’s very kind of you to say!! In fact, that’s the highest compliment. Me and Ian’s mun try very hard to get the Chestertons’ voices just right.