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i finally remade CLARA so y’all should follow me over there.

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hisbats:

       “ DETECTIVE like Sherlock Homes or some of that very unrealistic TV show superheroes who have all of that DIAGRAMS AND STUFF in sight once they enter a crime scene? ”

     “pft, easy question. sherlock holmes, definitely. havin’ superpowers is kinda like havin’ a cheat sheet. and in my book --- that way it’s just BORING.” 

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starter call!

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im gonna get back to writing today!! had an awesome weekend but shall be home in a few hours :3 like this for a starter when i get back!

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a smile appears on amy’s lips. “thanks! have y’never heard a scottish accent before?”

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❝ WOW! I like your accent! ❞

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Dying rp Starters

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."

"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"

"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."

"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."

"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."

"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."

"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."

"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."

"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

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THIS BLOG IS OKAY WITH GROUP THREADS.

basically, i love them!

i’m not going to force them on you, however.  but if we are in a thread & you think it’d be cool if a relevant character joined in, just tell me! or i’ll ask you.  d (^_^) b

if you see one of my threads, & you think you want to join in, just ask me or my partner &  we’ll see if everyone’s okay with it.  o (◡‿◡✿)

because, one x one roleplay is limited sometimes.  ¯\ (°_o) /¯    & group threads are super AWESOME.  (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) 

but make sure you don’t just jump in! always ask.  (づ￣ ³￣)づ

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thickcrskiin:

“no idea who i could be talking about– total mystery. the world may never know.” she can’t help but snort already with a shake of her head. “that doesn’t surprise me whatsoever.”

“he has this whole RULE about not wandering off and yet he doesn’t follow it himself.” amy shakes her head. a pause. then, “can i ask you somethin’?” she’s still smiling slightly, but her tone is a little more serious.

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imjustanauthor:

Ha! Yeah, that was true. John had certainly experienced that classic Scottish anger in his lifetime - both in himself and other people.

“It’s a hobby. It helps with my writing sometimes, and the fans seem to like it when I play during interviews so I thought hey, why not continue with it.” It didn’t occur to John that he should probably elaborate on why exactly he had fans. He was too used to people recognising him nowadays.

“you’re a writer?” amy asks, immediately intrigued, for she also likes to write. another scottish writer --- of course she’s taking a shine to him. her eyebrows raise inquisitively when he mentions fans, and of course has to ask. “did you say fans? --- have you published a book?” she’s intrigued, and also eager to talk more about writing. it’s rare that she actually gets to discuss that particular topic with people, and so it’s only NATURAL that she wants to do it now. especially since it’s implied that this man is in fact a published author.

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thickcrskiin:

“gosh, if only there were some POSSIBLE person who gets around loopholes on a daily basis. wouldn’t that be the most helpful thing in the world—”

she can’t help but laugh at that. “oh, i wonder who you could mean. gotta be the most difficult question in the universe.”  a pause. then, "he's wandered off, of course. as per usual."

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imjustanauthor:

“When am I not in trouble?” John muttered in reply, his eyes fixed on his work book as he doodled instead of answering the maths questions in front of him. He liked maths, and he’d done a few of the questions, but this was boring. It was repetitive, and dull, and easy. John couldn’t focus on it anymore.

“Anyway, when did you start to care, huh? You get into trouble too.”

amelia lets out a long sigh, though he does have a point with both of his statements. “well, i’m just sayin’, you could at least get in trouble the more f u n way.” she says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. she absently starts drawing on her table with her pencil, sketching a certain blue box that she sees every night in her dreams. “there are a lot more interestin’ ways to get into trouble than doodling in your work book.” she continues, not bothering to lower her voice all that much. a mischievous grin crosses her features, rather suddenly, a certain gleam in her eyes that she’s certain john has seen before. it’s the gleam that means she’s planning something.

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look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.

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imjustanauthor:

“Everybody is sad sometimes.” John replied, absentmindedly plucking at his guitar strings a few times. Was he sad? Sometimes. And right now he felt a little melancholy, but what was the point in admitting that? If there was no apparent cause for the feelings, then it was unlikely that anyone could fix it. Better to just direct the conversation away from himself.

“What about you, eh? You’re not sad I hope?”

amy nods again, slowly. a gentle smile curves the corners of her lips, and she decides to make an attempt to lighten the mood, even if it’s just by a little bit. “’course not. we’re scottish. we don’t get sad. we get angry instead.” she teases, with a gentle grin. a pause. then, “you’re good. at composin’, i mean. d’you do it a lot? is it a hobby?” perhaps it’s for the best that the conversation be turned into something lighter. 

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thickcrskiin:

   “i would assume so, otherwise, why would they be there in the first place?”

“point taken. --- but c’mon. some things just...have to make sense. this has got too many loopholes.”

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“you’re SORRY?” she’s staring at him almost in disbelief, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “you promised...you p r o m i s e d...” her entire body is trembling, and she takes a slow step backwards, putting more distance between them even though deep down that’s not what she wants. she’s just hurting, and lashing out is the only thing she can think of to do. “you made me come back. you stopped me going after him. did you...did you K N O W? did you know there wasn’t a way to bring him back? and don’t you dare lie to me this time, raggedy man, because i swear, i am this close to walking out of this TARDIS and never comin’ back.” words like acid sliding off her tongue, with the intention to hurt him. oh, she wants to hurt him. but that’s only because she’s hurting too. 

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“I’m…Amelia, I am so…sorry…” The Doctor sighed heavily, as if he were about to say something more, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even lift his head to look at her. After all the assurances, the claims, the promises…he had let her down. His head hung lower as he closed his eyes briefly, pain shooting through his expression, although he tried to hide it. She was the one in pain right now. The one who needed help the most. But why would she want it from him? It doesn’t matter. You stopped her, you brought her back to the TARDIS. She’s safe. He mentally slapped himself for thinking so selfishly. Taking a deep breath, he managed to straighten up and turn to her. “I thought there would be something, anything…a way to bring him back, but…I’m sorry. He’s gone. Rory’s gone.”

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tiimeworn:

That elicited a small laugh as he pulled back a little to just look at her. “Yeah. Gotcha. Everything good, then?”

she smiles softly as their eyes meet, a nod following. “always.” i’m with you. everything’s always good with you. “so. you just saved the world for the millionth time --- you should take the night off. we could get coffee.”

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