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Also I came across this one looking for a gif to use for the last post.

It literally hurts me when he completely forgets he doesn't have a right arm so when he leans he just smacks face first into STONE.

It really makes you realize how much of a child/teenager he is when he's disarmed and his brother can't protect him or anyone and he's rendered defenseless. It's so hard to see this hard ass become scared shitless.

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give it back

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hey are you still active

I AM STILL LIVING!

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the lightning thief is near and dear to my heart

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Okay but like

Yaz in the parlor or whatever it was at the Villa thinking over what the Doctor said to them as they wait for her to return.

“Humans like all of you changed into empty, soulless shells. No feeling. No control. No way back. I will not lose anyone else to that”

Anyone else. Yaz wonders. She always knew that there were people who travelled with the Doctor before them. She had thought about them often, of what they would have been like, how the Doctor found them. She realised she had never thought about what happened to them that made them leave.

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“Doctor, what are you worried about.” Yaz interrupted “You’ve been quiet for a week now. Was it something to do with the Judoon? ‘Cus we told you we were on your side, promise.”

   “No, not really” The Doctor lied. Then remembered she had promised to herself two nights ago to stop doing that, and corrected herself. “Well, kind of. Jack Harkness.” ------ After the events of Fugitive of the Judoon, the Doctor has a moment alone to think.

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5 times Crowley talked to God and 1 time she answered

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Angst, fluff

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New fic is up :D go give it a read please!