The Last Centurion.

Rory Williams died a human & came back as living plastic. Then he waited 2000 years--for her. He travelled the universe with his wife and their best friend. He never stopped being plastic.  He lost his best friend. his wife died. and then he was alone. #trusttheplastic mun & muse are 24+

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

i don’t know if anyone still follows this blog,  but rory has moved over HERE.

[trust-theplastic]

hey everyone, I just got a couple followers here so I want to remind y’all that I don’t use this blog anymore.  Rory is now on my multimuse over at @contenderiam along with my Rose and Eleven.  It’s a sideblog to my main blog now which is @wildmoored.  Find us there.  :D

[trust-theplastic]

what the hell was the email for my clara account omfg

[roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers]

I roleplay a canon character, but I’ve developed them very, very far past their canon counterpart. I hate it when people ask to roleplay and then refuse to acknowledge or take these unique developments into consideration, and instead treat my muse like the standard canon version.

[trust-theplastic]

andromedafound & trust-theplastic └  when the world comes to an end, i’ll be there to hold your hand.

[andromedafound]

She wasn’t entirely sure that she’d heard him correctly, and if she’d tried to convince herself for several seconds that he’d said it in a platonic sort of way, those thoughts were quickly shattered by the feeling of his lips against hers. She brought her hands up to his face as well, now, trembling slightly in the moment.

Her voice caught in her throat, and so her words came out as a whisper. “I love you too. And I’m sorry.”

[trust-theplastic]

"Nothing to apologize for." Feeling brave, Rory gently kissed her again. He moved the pad of his thumb over her cheek, weaving his other fingers through her hair. At length he pulled back, giving himself enough room to speak, and he rested his forehead against hers.

"I've... it's--been on my mind for a bit. The whole--thing. I'm out of practice," he chuckled. "but... I'd--like to. Y'know. Try. With you."

[trust-theplastic]

"Please do not cry."

"Easier said than done, y'know.  Oh, bugger.  Just--give me a minute, yeah?"

[trust-theplastic]

"I was so in love with you, but I couldn't find the way to say it!"

It had been hard enough for Rory to admit he'd had any feelings at all for the Doctor, especially after Amy. He still wore his wedding band and god help him, he'd never take it off either. But he felt old and tired and he needed something stable - and the Doctor was the only one left who still knew him when he'd been just Rory. Not Rory the auton. Not Rory the guy whose wife died centuries ago and he still looked thirty-one.

"You didn't have to say anything, Doctor. You could've just... stayed. Would've been enough."

[c-offeeandcocoa]

"the power of three"

[trust-theplastic]

"Heyyy! Rory! Rory Pond!" He pinches his cheek grinning like...well, a madman. A madman who has been absent for quite some time. Surely Pond would be up for an adventure, wouldn't he? Especially if he had no choice but he didn't plan on telling him that right away.

Rory knew he had all the time in the world nowadays.  He knew he'd never age or die barring some sort of radioactive flaming pit of chaos.  But the long times in between when he saw and did not see the Doctor were never easy, even though he never quite lost hope that one day the mad man in the blue box would return.  Still, to draw up his usual enthusiasm was going to take just a few more minutes.  "You're going to kill me with this running off y'know," said Rory, gaze falling away with a tired, expaserated laugh. "Where'd you get to this time?"

[trust-theplastic]

"You know... I was thinking, we've got the night off, no ... impending apocalypses or... I don't know, rabid sheep trying to take over Stockholm, maybe we could .. do something?  Old-fashioned date?  Well -- my old fashioned -- I don't really know what constitutes as what anywhere else."