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The TARDIS landed via the emergency protocol 24--automatically setting itself outside of Clara's house (a bit to the left, actually, exactly where it was when the Doctor dealt with the deadly WiFi It was a speed-dial sort of move on the TARDIS'S part). Loudly, of course, as none of the additional functions or modifications were used during that automated flight--the Doctor winced from the aftermath of an extremely rough ride.
"Clara--right, Clara." He said aloud, sucking in a breath to push himself upright once more. This was going to be difficult--he was already bleeding through his shirt; two growing red blotches that glossed across his fingers. If that didn't make matters worse, leaving a smear of it when he went to budge open the doors certainly did (which nearly floored him again in the process). He'd never bled this much before.
It was nighttime and rather cold, cold enough to see his breath, but it was the correct century, correct year, correct month--so that was all that mattered. The Timelord stumbled up the steps and into the front door of Clara's house, trying his best not to leave blood in his wake but failing miserably (dear god it was slowly getting everywhere).
Of course, the door was locked. And of course he didn't have his screwdriver with him--and his knees had to cave.
"No, no no--Clara..." He begged, pressing his forehead against the door, as if she was the one implementing his bad karma and that perhaps bargaining with her would lessen his punishment. "Please. Help."
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+ runningtosavehim
"Honey, I think you're a little lost. This park ain't a safe place for pretty things this late at night."
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Can I just say I lOVE YOU SO MUCH BECAUSE I DO.
I can't explain how much I love you for this message, dear. Honestly. I'm so immensely grateful that I can argue my heart out and get all upset over fandom wank, but there are always people here who jump to support me, who get where I'm coming from. It makes tumblr a wonderful experience, no matter the day or the time!
I just love you guys so much!
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runningtosavehim
Clara Oswald?
Why does your name sound so...familiar? Hm. No matter. Welcome to the shatterdome all the same.
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"The IT Guy" is an amazing fanfiction oh my GOD. I love it to bits, thank you so much for taking the time out to write it!!!
Thank you so much!!
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"You're right, you're right. Of course--you're right." He couldn't stop admitting such until it finally sank in. She was right to leave, right to protest, right to speak up about how selfish he was being by taking her away from a life that she properly enjoyed, a life she had responsibilities in and would now forever be in shambles due to his invasion. He was no better than the villains they were plagued by too often. The Doctor nodded, rubbing at his face before turning to punch in her coordinates, jaw tight and throat dry. He blinked far too many times before lifting his gaze and smiling weakly at her.
"Right-e-o, here we are. Like I promised; home just in time for tea." His hearts were already hardened for this--the farewell always came. Eventually.
"That would probably be for the best." Her voice was cold — sharp. One too many close calls, too many things left unspoken, not enough answers. Things had gone downhill so fast she hadn’t even had time to shout her protests. Now, she was left bitter and hurt.
"I have responsibilities. Angie, Artie and their father need me. I can’t keep putting my life on the line, Doctor. They need me!” She repeated again, almost stomping her foot as her hands bunched up into fists at her side. She wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t.
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somekindofsexthing, overactiveimaginings, runningtosavehim
Good morning.

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runningtosavehim replied to your post: ...
oh gOSH YOU NEED TO WATCH AN ADVENTURE IN TIME AND SPACE GOD ITS BEAUTIFUL I BAWLED AT IT
AND I WILL IT'S JUST THAT IT WAS MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY AND THE WHOLE WEEK HAS BEEN PARTIES AND RELATIVES.
(And now I'm way too tired, and tomorrow is more relatives...)
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I love how you portray Amy! You have just the right amount of sass, power and excuse my lack of Grammar here, Queenliness that just circles around Amy for her entire time on Doctor Who. It's very apparent that you've been roleplaying her for a while because your writing holds that confidence and normalcy of always being in her head in order to roleplay her in the first place! So good on you, you're portraying Amy beautifully.
Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.
#oh gosh you really think so#runningtosavehim#man i've only been playing her for what 11 months#not nearly as long as others#xoxo#asks#outofginger;#questions for the butt queen#for a rainy day
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"No--not bad, I like your compan--you know what I meant!" He huffed, disheveled by Clara's constant digging. She liked to watch him unravel (a bit too much) and maybe he enjoyed the teasing (a little too much himself).
He straightened up when she moved in closer, testing his jaw until a smile appeared. Oh, he forgot how relaxing it was to be around someone that didn't want to simply use his resources to escape their own life. Clara actually liked her set-up. She only went on adventures every Wednesday, she never asked for something absolutely out of the question--and she hardly ever wandered off. Perfect.
"Amusement Park? Not like that failed attempt, I hope. Your Amusement Park's aren't run by Cybermen are they?" He mocked himself, moving along the control board.
"Go ahead, type in the coordinates. Just like I showed you." He gestured eagerly, moving the screen towards her and stepping aside so she could type.
"And what’s so bad about that?" Clara arched a brow with her hands on her hips — he was treading dangerous waters. "I’ll have you know that there are people just linin’ up at my door to watch the telly with me. You’ll just be missin’ out."
She crossed the TARDIS’ threshold and approached the console, careful not to hit any levers or buttons. The last time she touched any of those she basically broke the entire thing down — she wasn’t too keen on recreating that.
"No board games, no telly. We’re gonna do somethin’ much more fun." She stopped in front of him, grinning. "We’re goin’ to the amusement park."
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runningtosavehim & andfromthedepths always like my posts at like the exact same time. Is this a conspiracy?
And like if no one else likes it you two do. You guys are great.
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Was chocolatewillendallwar describing Merlin? omfg
DUDE SERIOUSLY OH MY GOD I’M SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF WOW
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[9:52:19 PM] tenth: im dying, and I have to type [9:52:38 PM] clara: quite the predicament [9:52:38 PM] eleventh: i feel u bro that'll be me on christmas [9:52:46 PM] clara: i'll kill you myself right now [9:52:49 PM] rose: .....NO [9:52:57 PM] tenth: ohmygod
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[10:29:35 PM] clara: GOD FUCK NOW I'M THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR [10:29:43 PM] eleventh: WHO DID YOU START WITH [10:29:46 PM] clara: 1ST [10:29:51 PM] eleventh: YOU'VE DIED 10 TIMES [10:29:54 PM] clara: FUCK YOU [10:29:56 PM] clara: SO DID THE DOCTOR
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