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You give off ‘I’ve punched a god’ energy and I love that for you.

Thank you, anon.

I have actually punched something that claimed to be a god. It exploded into bees. Not metaphorical bees -- real, screaming alien bees. My life is stupid and I love it.

Please keep sending compliments, I live off them now.

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What’s your comfort item or memory from the TARDIS?

The swing.

Yeah, she had a swing room. I don’t care how ridiculous that sounds -- it was peaceful. Mid-flight, doors cracked open to stardust and soundscapes of nebulae.

I'd sit there and just… breathe. That room knew when I needed it. I think the TARDIS loved me in her own way. She gave me silence when my head was full of storms.

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You can call ONE Doctor for help. Who do you pick and why?

Bowtie Man. Always.

He’s my Doctor. He knows how I think, knows how I break. And somehow -- even at his worst -- he never lets go. The others are brilliant, but Eleven? He made me believe the universe had a place for someone like me.

Also, he's slightly better at hugs than Fifteen. Marginally.

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Would you rather be trapped in the TARDIS with three Weeping Angels or go on a dinner date with the Master?

Angels don’t flirt.

The Master does. Aggressively.

So, I’ll take the time-zapping death statues over whatever unhinged wine-pairing chaos the Master thinks passes for charm.

Plus, I'd probably survive the Angels. The Master? Not so much.

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If the Doctor proposed to you with a Jammie Dodger, what would you say?

Depends which one’s holding it.

If it’s Bowtie Man -- yes, obviously. I’d cry. Probably eat the biscuit first out of shock.

If it’s Sandshoes 2.0, I’d squint suspiciously for five full minutes before I even touched it.

And if it’s Eyebrows… I’d ask what kind of ‘proposal’ this is and where the nearest black hole is so I can yeet myself into it before the awkwardness eats me alive.

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If you could have a sleepover with any of the Companions, who’d be first on the list?

Ruby Sunday. No hesitation. She’s funny, bright, and the kind of person who’d bring face masks, homemade biscuits, and deep existential questions at 2am. We’d definitely talk about the Doctor behind his back -- lovingly, of course.

Though… Clara would be a very close second. She has the chaotic energy of a girl who’d teach you to break into places for fun.

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How many birthdays have you actually had? Do you even know anymore?

Absolutely not. I stopped counting around birthday #43 when I realised I hadn’t actually aged in a decade and blew out candles on a cake that said "Still Not Dead!"

Honestly, I celebrate Time Fracture Day instead -- the day I left the TARDIS, fragmented and furious, and somehow didn't fall apart. You’d be surprised how good I’ve gotten at making up new excuses to eat cake.

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What’s the first memory that came back when everything… unlocked?

The sound of the TARDIS. Not the engines -- no, her. The low hum in my bones, the way she used to sing to me when I couldn’t sleep. I was brushing my teeth in my normal, boring little flat, and suddenly I heard her. Like a whisper in the pipes. And I dropped the toothbrush and cried on the bathroom floor for an hour.

Then I remembered his face -- Bowtie Man, smiling at me across some alien sunrise. And I realised I’d forgotten everything that ever made me feel alive.

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Rank the Doctors (that you know/remember, of course) by how kissable their face is.

Oh, you cheeky little space gremlin. Alright -- purely hypothetically, obviously. Obviously.

15 (Sweet Talker / Golden Eyes): That smile could talk me into walking into a black hole willingly. And the accent? Criminal. That man's face was engineered for forehead kisses and poor decisions.

11 (Bowtie Man): Gangly chaos in tweed. Adorkable. His face had this "please kiss me before I do something stupid" energy. And I often obliged.

10/14 (Sandshoes/Sandshoes 2.0): Too pretty. Dangerously pretty. Like, "ruin your life in the best way possible" pretty. I’ve kissed that face once in a dream and woke up with glitter in my teeth.

13 (Blondie): Genuinely sweet, but too much sunshine and not enough storm for my taste. Still kissable, but I’d ask permission first and probably bring snacks.

12 (Eyebrows / Angry Grandpa): Look, there’s something there. A brooding, Scottish, “will emotionally devastate you with a monologue” sort of kissability. I'm not saying no. I’m just saying I’d probably cry.

9 (Ears): Kissable in the “you’re about to punch someone for me” way. That leather jacket added at least two points.

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Hullo! I’m Liv Chandler -- former(?) companion, current cosmic mystery, and part-time menace to continuity. Once called the TARDIS home, now I just make the universe my overly dramatic scrapbook.

💫 She/her | Immortal-ish | Knows too much | Remembers too little ✨ Time scars, TARDIS fragments, and just enough sass to argue with a Dalek.

💌 Want to ask a question? Drop it in my Livline (like "lifeline," but with ✨Liv✨)

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🛸 Want to write? Send a transmission or a TARDIS key (whichever’s easier).

“The Doctor said I was impossible. The universe said I was unfinished.” Well, guess who's back?