#pleasedontxchange

[xnovissimus]

Fancy A Night Cap?//tagged&open

It was late. Early, really, considering it was 2am on a Sunday morning now. Outside, the city of London was beginning to sleep, in preparation for a hangover the next morning. The Doctor had taken refuge in a late night café. He came here relatively often, and sat by the window quietly, drinking coffee, and sometimes talking to waitresses and patrons. Despite his young appearance, he was haggard, and thought of like an old man that came in once a week – strange, but harmless.

He sat sideways in his chair, watching the café. It was a relatively empty place, but there were people about. While generally he did not seek out company, he was feeling lonely, and wanted someone to speak to. That was why he came here.

Folding his arms on the back of the chair, he rested his chin on them and leaned over to speak to the person at the table beside his.

“Had a good night, love?” He asked. “It’s terribly cold out.”

[eleventhdctor]

pleasedontxchange started following you

"Clara! Good, hoped to find you here. Fancy a trip to an intergalactic ski resort? There's a buffet."

[awayinabowtie]

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

[ what had they been fighting about? arguments have never been the doctor’s strong point– he always seems to lose. some losses, though, are more flamboyant and dangerous than others, and arguments with clara oswald tend to be among those. ][ she’s the most fantastical, insane person he’s ever known, and everyone he’s ever met or travelled with must have been impossibly nuts to even be acquainted with him. he tends to refuse communication if they seem too sane. ][ she’s never said that before, he’s sure. it isn’t exactly something he’d easily forget: clara oswald saying the fabled three words. his memory is near perfect. ]“C-Clara, I—”[ the rest of that sentence finally sinks in, and it leaves him with shaky breaths and a frozen look of love-mixed-with-fear pasted to the sharp features of his face. ]“S-sorry…”

[actuallysheiscallednina]

“Wasn't expecting you here so early...

                                         Is everythin' okay?”

[momentofrememberance]

"The Impossible Girl... quite the name. You know the Doctor, obviously. Where else would you get a nickname like that? How is he - heard he recently regenerated?..."

[allmylifenooneimportant]

+ 2

jennyregenerated

pleasedontxchange

"Where do you lot keep coming from, am I getting more fans?"

[koscchei]

+ pleasedontxchange, legsyes, abadmoonrisin, illwriteatragedy & agentdarcy fell through the hole

I have been here for a solid two hours or so now, so believe me when I say that I swear, if you so much as

       think about cutting ahead of me 

nobody will like the outcome. 

[the-alluring-trickster]

“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"Flirt?" Loki looked at the girl with distaste. "Why in Odin’s name would you wish to flirt with me? If I have given you the slightest impression that you are worthy enough for me then you are sorely mistaken."

[christinatylerrp]

Finding the Wanderer

The Wanderer glanced up from the paper she'd been reading over for the last 10 minutes. Bloody papers to re-register herself at UNIT. Changing a face was always such a tedious process but going through security was even worse when there was a ginger on the ID card rather than the new blonde. There was someone not too far off and she kept an eye on them for a minute before finally calling over to them.

"Is there something I can help you with mate?" 

[thisismyhostage]

+5 need an answer.

             ”Well, as interesting as I’m sure this is, we have more to do than gossip about what I did on my little holiday. Unless, of course, you want to know about the weather in Siberia?”

[awayinabowtie]

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

[ souffle girl. his little impossibility. she's cute, and bossy, and damn distractiing. he's a busy man, especially when she's around. he has no need for silly clocks. ][ it's a wednesday, he thinks, so he's visiting. adventures await them. ][ the strides he takes from the tardis doors have always been considered as idiotic and hilarious, and today's selection does not stray from this stereotype. his bouncing walk to her front door is accompanied by the biggest, goofiest grin to ever be sported by one so powerful. his insanity is grand, the kind that one would easily describe as good natured. ][ as the door swings open, he stands, grinning impossibly broadly at his feet. ]“Clara!” [ he grabs her hand, and begins pulling her to the blue box, and it's only when he goes to open the doors that he catches a glimpse of his wrist. ]           00:00:00 [ he gapes at his wrist, abandons his previous aims to open the door, and turns to her. ]“Clara, check your wrist.”

[clarasmidnight]

+ {Lots}

"Did you see that?"

[redlikerosesruby]

✿

istoleyourtardis

pleasedontxchange

callmethirteen

ask-the-souffle-girl

endofallworlds

"Of course I know how to defend myself. I'm a lot tougher than I look!" She said then proceeded to do what she believed were karate moves.

[iwantedtostudylaw]

One || Hunger Games AU || pleasedontxchange

     Sam Winchester in the Hunger Games—who would've thought?

     Well, it wasn't his name that was pulled out of that glass ball in the beginning. Sam was never supposed to be in this mess, but he had to. He'd volunteered for some little kid, only twelve years old, who clearly knew nothing. And Sam, being the good big boy he was, just... volunteered. You'd have expected him to volunteer for his older brother, Dean, but the odds had always been in his favour: he was too old now, and he was mad when Sam volunteered.

     But he didn't like to think about that, not when he was here, training for the very thing that would end with him getting killed. It was the third and final day in the Training Centre, and so far, he hadn't achieved much. He was crap with a bow, he was no good at camouflage and he kept harming himself with the traps he built. The only two things he was good at were throwing knives at mannequins (and hitting the target) and climbing.

     He mainly avoided the Careers—actually, he mainly avoided everyone. He decided to keep to himself and, when possible, stick to a station that was empty. That wasn't always the case, of course, but when anybody else appeared he kept to himself. He didn't want to become a friend to anyone.

     However, there was one girl he had his eye on—he'd found out from his mentor that her name was Clara. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but she seemed to stick out. She was a very smiley person, despite her situation. Talked to the younger ones a little bit. He didn't stalk her, but he was definitely interested, which he wished he wasn't.

     Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he shook his head, remembering what he was doing: one-on-one with a masked trainer, running across different levels in an attempt to dodge and attack at the same time. He'd had to wait a whole hour for this station—the Careers had pretty much owned it since day one.

[theraggedy-chinboy]

"Let go of me!"

Send one of the following! (angst)

   ”Just listen to me first. Just— Listen, Clara.”