Impossibility

i didn't believe in impossible heroes. i didn't believe in men who saved the world. until you. you are my impossible hero. - clara oswin oswald written by lydia

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 so s o s ooo …. i am moving my CLARA OSWALD muse to my MULTI MUSE.

if you are interested in our thread being carried over – please ( like ) THIS post.

my multi can be found @astrainfinitude

thread list::

@clockwoundbackwards [ x ]

@timetravel​ [ x ]

@abouttiime​ [ x ]

@mrtimeandspace [ x ] [ x ]

[astrainfinitude-blog]

       interested in a plethora of muses with little in common except at one point in time i’ve cried over all of them? ? ? then look no further then this flaming garbage pile of insanity.  muses featured heavily are my ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, but canon muses are from star trek, musketeers, game of thrones, once upon a time, doctor who, historical characters — etc.   i can promise pure insanity, slow replies, but pure dedication to adoring these characters to the best of my ability.     revamped 7/4/17 –  written ‘n understood by lydia

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i’m now debating whether to binge watch season 10 so i can be current with a television show. or binge classic who and just enjoy the history and every version of the doctor.

[soliitudo]

                                     just call me cat man. 

indie idiotic pan fandom oc. robert loren storm. est june 2015. written by lydia.

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honestly tonight i’m gonna be on @soliitudo

[soliitudo]

mini update before tackling the business of the day/blog;;

i’ve gained a fourth job. this is just on the weekends for this month. that being said i’m kinda around today. secondly. this upcoming week? expect me to be largely mia. personal reasons, not going into it –. i miss rping here a hella ton so i’m going to try and do some stuff as i can. i apologize for being slow. 

tl;dr – if i stop being too busy with real lfie i get sad. i get sad i get gross. i get gross ‘n hate myself. xoxoxo lyddy.

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CURRENT ACTIVITY is diverted to @soliitudo for a few days. xo.

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[annamorgause]

“These robots, you know ‘em, right? Should we be worried?”

“More than you can understand, Captain.”

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ofthewclf:

       as it stands i have sought to avoid ~~~’drama’~~~ on all my blogs.  seeing the debacle that has unfolded in the past days i felt the time to not say something is passed. i do not say this for attention,  or to be applauded.  i say it so that the poc’s i write with, am friends with, or merely follow me may know where i stand.

           as a white person - it is imperative i not make racism about me.  because it is fucking not. 

      my feelings in this matter do not matter.  i am not oppressed for the melanin in my skin.  i do not face these persecutions and prejudices. and i never will. if i get offended by poc’s anger at racism then i am making it about me. 

     so without going on a multi page rant. this blog stands behind pocs. and i pledge to do my very best to use the privilege i have to be a voice for their cause.  even if the best i can offer is directing you to the poc’s who much more eloquently and much more clearly can say what it is that needs to change.

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The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"

[coffeecloudy]

“Sometimes Jane Austen and I prank each other. She is the worst. I love her. … Take that however you like.”

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TUMBLR!!!!

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    @mrtimeandspace  liked for a starter (x)

       it had not been the prospect of marriage that had intimidated clara oswald,  though her family might think her reluctance belied that fact.  it was the loss of her freedom,  the constraints she knew that would come.  she had married john noble  --   distant relation of prince albert,  who had encouraged him to wed.  her family had been on a list of eligible women,  and if she had any guesses -- her family had lobbied that her name be moved higher on the list.  her spirit had been untameable,  her antics irresistible to the gossips.  yet john noble had chosen her.  only for her to find out two days before the arranged affair she was to be his second bride.

      a small affair really,  but by the end she was lady clara noble -- of which house or title she wasn’t entirely sure.  truth be told she never kept up with the proper nobility,  and only remembered enough to greet them properly.  the ride back to his home had been quiet,  peaceable even.  yet something was on her mind. a thought that rested just within the back of her mind as they alighted from the carriage and were shown into their private quarters.  her fingers tightening in the voluminous fabric of her skirt.  teeth catching at her lower lip as she thought just how to word it.  

                    ‘   ------sir... husband --.. ‘   there was the faintest hesitance to her voice.  her chin tilted up as she compensated for her demure height and generally un-intimidating manner.  while she’d been told she held a passing resemblance to the queen...  she had no regality in her being,  she was instead a storm of passions that hardly seemed suited to this day and age.

               ‘   i do not pretend to understand the art of marriage.  nor have i many happy examples of the affair.  but for all that i have heard you were very happily married before.  i do not - presume to understand nor to make judgement as to why you have remarried and chosen me.  but i will say only this,  and i hope that it will not go against the vows i have made of obedience... ‘   her nerves are evident -- throughout the entire day she has remained calm,  poised even.  yet the inner workings of her mind have found a reason to voice this concern now. 

                             ‘   i will not be compared -- to another.  this was not i understand a match of love.  and i have made my vows before God and them i intend to keep.  but when i am judged for my faults,  or where i may lack.  let me be judged not against a loved standard,  but against that which is just.  ‘ 

[walkinthepug]

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yes this blog is still a wip. but i’ve seen all of claras episodes and i have muse that i cannot ignore. plzkthx. random length random au random plot. for specific verses please message me.

[mortalpractice]

Sometimes humans just die. And you cannot save them. Sometimes humans do not die, and you cannot save them.

Natalie Young, from “Notes on Earth Life,” published in Superstition Review (via mortalpractice)

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