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clara oswin ravenwood: part-time researcher and professor, full-time trouble magnet. it was supposed to be a quick-trip. get in — find the book she hid last week behind the stack on the peloponnesian war ( international edition ) and get out. she had a party tonight; there was no time for dilly-dallying. but the librarian mentioned something about a new collection, and there was a buzz of excitement running through the library that she couldn't resist a quick peek.

five minutes turned into three hours, and then into a death sentence.

❛⠀ i'm not worried,⠀ ❜ ⠀ she replies, hint of uncertainty masked behind clever brown eyes. she wouldn't be human if she wasn't a little worried after seeing someone die in front of her, but, surprisingly, she felt... calm throughout this situation, even finding some enjoyment in the bestacled man's antics. ⠀ ❛⠀ go on. dazzle me.⠀ ❜

❛  oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game.  ❜

                 ❛            ooh , well neither do i ! i love a challenge.            ❜            i'd never met her before , but there was an air of .. slight familiarity about her. it was hard to place , hard to understand , just that her presence carried the faintest essences of time manipulation , just enough to capture my attention in an absolute vice grip. my jaws split into a wide , eager grin , climbing up onto the desk beside her , folding my long legs beneath me as i snatched my own stack of cards. it was good , keeping my brain occupied while also trying to figure out how to get out of here , how to get back to the tardis , to donna.

the rest of the expedition group were positioning lights around the room to ward off the vashta nerada , keeping the shadows at bay as i flipped through the cards in my fingers. there were too many people here that caught my interest. first river , now clara .. it was distracting , i was distracted.                 ❛            you don't have to worry , by the way. i'll get you lot out of here safely , i promise you.            ❜            as i spoke , my eyes lifted over the edge of the cards , fixing her with a thoughtful glance , before disappearing behind them again.

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❛⠀ okay, just 'cause you won the lottery and got the nicest kid in the world, doesn't mean the rest aren't demons. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ clara loves her students. desperately. there is nothing she wouldn't do for any of them, whether it is giving up her afternoons to ensure every student has grasped the lessons, or jumping in front of a bullet for them. but they are, mark her words, demons. ❛⠀ you want me laughed out of the classroom? 'cause let me tell you, that's what's happening and i need the paycheck, hon. ⠀ ❜ ⠀

❛⠀ yes, ⠀ ❜ ⠀she replies, dry. ⠀a moment ago, she'd say chloe could take as long as she wanted. she had other business here, too... but that smile... well, she couldn't just let that slide, could she?

"Well, then that settles it. I'll have to get you a clock that plays music sometime. It could be one of those lovely chiming clocks or one of the ones that, that plays things like Celine Dion. You know, a different chime every hour. Classically condition you to associate different tunes to different times." Smile brightens, teeth catching on her bottom lip. She would do it, too. "So I have been taking too long for your liking. Do you mind terribly if I take five more minutes to finish up?"

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❛⠀ and they call me an oddball, ⠀ ❜ ⠀she says with a thankful, half-crooked smile, hand brushing repeatedly against her nose in a cat-like mannerism, chasing away the ghostly sensation of the bug on her skin. ❛⠀ oh, he is ugly. ⠀ ❜

It's so hard not to laugh at Oswin's predicament, even though Chloe tries to stifle it. "Yes, but it's just a little insect. Nothing to worry about, its stripes say it isn't dangerous. Stay still." She walks closer, hands raisin to Oswin's face to gently brush the little creature into her hand. She looks down at it. It flicks its wings for a moment but seems perfectly content staying there. "See? That was all."

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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

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Jenna Coleman as Clara Oswald — Doctor Who | Hell Bent

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i'm thinkin thoughts

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like this for a short (or not, who knows) starter from miss oswald <3

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“How will you remember?”

“That I love you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s easy. I can’t help it.”

Heaven Sent (2015) / Eurydice (2003)

Detailed image descriptions below cut.

First image description:

Twelve and Clara’s hands holding the neuro-block together. Yellow text reads “ORPHEUS: How will you remember?” There’s fragments of the Doctor Who episode script edited into the images: “CLARA (Eyes starting to fill): I don’t think I could ever forget you.” “THE DOCTOR: Clara. I don’t think you’re ever going to have to.” “CLARA: Doctor! Oh God, please, I’m sorry, Doctor!”

The Doctor looks at Clara, fending off an expression of hurt. He’s vulnerable, on the ground, looking up at her. Yellow text reads: “EURYDICE: That I love you?”

Clara’s crying. Yellow text reads: “ORPHEUS: Yes.”

Second image description:

The Doctor’s side profile as he speaks. Yellow text reads: “EURYDICE: That’s easy.” Fragment of script reads: “CLARA: What Clara told you in the Cloisters…” “THE DOCTOR: I don’t remember a thing about it.”

Clara’s turn to fend off the grief in her expression. She looks down to avoid the Doctor’s gaze, purses her lips. Script fragment reads: “THE DOCTOR: There’s one thing I know about her. Just one thing. If I met her again, I would absolutely know.”

Another fragment reads: “On Clara’s face – a look of such pain. No, he doesn’t know. Not at all.” Clara’s in focus in the background of the frame now, about to sneak away in the diner. But in the blurry foreground—the Doctor. He��s playing his guitar. Script fragment reads: “CLARA: You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs.” Yellow text reads: “EURYDICE: I can’t help it.”

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my life is a constant battle between my rational brain (i have a multi) and the whims that sometimes take over my life (actually, simon basset would be a fun character to write -)

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if you come to me with a sore throat or a bad knee, you are a patient and i know you well. i know what to do and i do it. and you think, that man has confidence. but if i meet you in a drawing-room, you're not a patient, but a woman, someone whose moods and manners i've never learned to understand...

i don't know the right prescription for gallantry: i never had leisure to learn it.

ind. & sel. 𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐒 of the 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 series of novels by 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦. est. september 2023.

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turning on the flashlight of her phone, she swerves it in his direction, harsh beam cutting through the darkness of her bedroom. there he stood, — the doctor, in the flesh, at three thirty a.m. and not a figment of her imagination as she hoped.

❛⠀ but are you going to let me nap? no! the second i go in those doors- ❜ ⠀her words are punctuated punctuated by a palpable sense of exasperation, eyes drawn together in frustration, honeyed venom of sarcasm cutting through the sleepy drawl. yet... she doesn't say no, does she? ⠀⠀❛⠀ you are going to put us in a collision course with... oh, where are you going?? sit your ass back down, ⠀⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀⠀clara demands, her grip firm as she catches his hand, tugging him back into bed.

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he was confused. why was she confused? it wasn't a school night. it was definitely saturday. ( it wasn't. ) the doctor stood at the foot of her bed, blinking blankly while she caught her breath. without a beat, he had an answer. " don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things. " he grinned wildly, amused. oh no, wait--that wasn't something she told him. who told him that? the smile wiped off of his face entirely.

exhasperated, he exhaled, sitting at the edge of her bed now and folding his hands. " well I'm already here. " arguing already. " clara--it's a time machine. you could nap before you've got to come back and teach britain's great minds. " he was in one of his childish moods.

but she wasn't budging. shoulders dropped and he stood silently, folding his hands in front of him. " right...sorry. " looking around her room for a moment. " another time, then. "

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Why  Jenna  Coleman  is  Beautiful:  3 / ???

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the west wing, the inauguration parts i and ii,sentence starter meme.

Listen. I have a problem.

You think that's a good idea?

I don't wanna talk about it now...

The man makes the Prince of Denmark seem reactionary.

And will there be someone who will tell me when it's time to do that?

You mock me?

...in what I'm almost certain is trochaic tetrameter.

Is he telling us something through code?

I can't remember your name, but are you asking me on a date?

Thirteen buttons on the trousers.

I don't wanna know how you know that.

You memorized it? It was 1200 words.

I suppose, to begin with and this is neither here nor there,

globes don't have corners.

I'm talking to myself, so there's no reason for you to be answering.

Is there a reason for me to be standing here?

Stop trying to get us together.

If I wanted, I could have him.

There was no way you could tell me he was right behind me?

Can I just ask? What is it you'd do, exactly, to have me?

It's gotta be a pretty critical lap dance.

Showing off for me.

It's awkwardly worded.

How do you know?

I know things.

And I can confirm that he's thinking and familiarizing himself.

You're comfortable going through life with a name like that?

I've never been comfortable, not because of my name.

The idea isn't going to walk in here announce itself as important.

That's usually not a good idea.

Like Mother Teresa with first strike-ability.

You go back to doing whatever it is you do.

Also, it's written in four languages.

That's not what I mean.

I said, I don't give a damn what your problem is.

Wow, that's pretty spicy stuff.

That was ballsy.

It's been ridiculous since you came back.

Would you mind if I turn off the lights?

Do you like this perfume?

What's gotten into you?

For three years, I've been thinking  about what might have been if it weren't for the conflict and I'm almost over it.

Remember when you asked me what exactly I'd do to have you? I'd do that.

Tradition's tradition.

You know, nothing I can't deal with.

I'm just as big a cotton candy-ass as they are.

You're just gonna let that hang?

You're a much bigger cotton candy-ass.

Well, no one's told me anything about it and I'm not gonna ask.

Are we together on this?

You're not ever worried about the window breaking?

Didn't we talk about this?

But you gave it a shot anyway?

No, no "but" at the end of that. Not on this one.

I don't know what the means.

Don't worry, neither will anyone else.

There were maybe four people in the room when I had that conversation.

Good day to you, sir.

I said, good day, sir.

Get in there, would you?

Nobody takes me seriously when I say "good day, sir."

You don't even want to say you were wrong and apologize for your superior attitude lately.

What's his level of frustration?

Aren't you afraid that one day I'm just going to kick your ass like it's never been

kicked?

You bought their love.

Well, it was for sale, and I wanted it.

I don't really know what that means, do you?

No. But I'm mostly asleep right now, and also I don't know what you're talking about.

Who made you crazy? Not that someone has to make you that way.

This is gonna get interesting.

Well. This is gonna, I think, get interesting now.

This is entirely your fault.

Do I just keep standing here?

Heat of the moment. And bad timing.

Ten minutes ago, you promised me you'd go easy on the Moses references.

Well, then here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women.

Ah, that tastes like... nothing at all. It has no taste or properties of any kind.

I think you're wrong. But if you're right, then okay. We should all have a little skin in this.

Not because, no. Not because of Laurel and Hardy. That was simply the confluence of  the final, you know, and... also, by the way, from the mouths of babe-- like yourself.  Seriously, from the mouths of babes and clowns come-- Listen, there's no reason why  anyone needs to know about Laurel and Hardy

Seriously, from the mouths of babes and clowns come--

Sounds like that's going to depend a lot on my general mood.

I walked to school every morning in weather colder than this.

That's right, baby. Just a camel hair coat, leather gloves, a varsity scarf and these wits.

I didn't say he's "lost his mind," I said... I said he lost his mind.

A literary curse.

I'm asking... are you sure?

That's exactly what I was going to say.

She's sitting in her apartment in a ball gown.

Waiting for a ball to come over?

I have a copy here if you want to...

You're walking around with a copy of it?

It's good cop/bad cop. I'm the good cop

Aren't you cold without a coat?

I'd take off my shirt too, but it's inappropriate with a tuxedo.

No, I divined it.

I think before tonight's over, we might have ourselves a whole new story.

What the hell are you doing?

Get down here! Now!

Keep your voice down.

Don't even think about telling me to keep my voice! Get down here!

You come down here without a coat?

I need you to keep your voice down.

Go ahead, you're entitled-- give it to me all again.

Your career isn't important?

The list of things you didn't think about, including your job!

Does he know about this?

You look amazing.

It was stupid, but it was menschy.

Sorry, it was just stupid.

We're going to a ball.

Balls are fun.

You're going to have to sit on somebody's lap.

You should expect increased voices of dissent after today - in breadth and depth.

A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships were build for.

I'm sorry. Seriously, I've never lied to you before, and it won't happen

again.

Pardon me?

What did I say about speaking to me without addressing me as Wild Thing.

I don't know what to say.

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“Sweet little Clara, works at the Rose & Crown, ideas above her station.” Well, for your information, I’m not sweet on the inside, and I’m certainly not little. CLARA OSWIN OSWALD in “The Snowmen” | DOCTOR WHO 7.06 — 10th year Anniversary (Aired December 25, 2012)

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❛⠀ didn't know reptile-person was a thing, but okay. that's fine,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, taking a healthy step back away from the blonde and the creature.⠀❛⠀ sure it's not an alien? it is just so... ew.⠀ ❜⠀

@lovehoned ( starter call )

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❛⠀ like a dog?⠀ ❜⠀ clara interjects, hair tilting as she peers at the tardis in donna's backyard, a faint air of beffudlement lingering around her.

@isbrilliant ( starter call )

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when clara walked up to him, she had every intention of playing nice.

but now... now she understood exactly why there were so many wanted posters with his face ( and why half of them were intentionally unflattering ). all she wanted to do was get a story or two out of him. maybe a boon, it never hurt to have a card up her sleeve, but now as he loomed over her, clara started hatching a plan on how to naturally bring up the fact some farmers used his face on their scarecrows.

was this was there were so many posters of him ? cause there was just so... obnoxiously tall?

❛⠀ better a clever trinket then... oh, what was it the poster said? let me see, ah, yes, a petty thief. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ tapping a finger against her cheek, clara punctuates her words with a wide, crooked grin. ⠀ ❛⠀ starting to get where the petty thing came from. ⠀ ❜

Oh, hells.

That recognition hits him with all the familiarity of an old itch. He’s spent too many years dodging “hey, you!” on the street and “don’t I know you from somewhere?” at card tables. He’d rather hoped that a motley bunch of strangers gathered from the ass-end of nowhere might yield better luck, but apparently he jilted Tymora in a past life.

“Well, now, aren’t you the clever little trinket?” He turns, leaning forward, putting his full six-feet-two-inches of height to work on her. “How shall we play this, then? Are you looking to extort me for money in exchange for silence? Maybe you want to be the hero, raise the alarm in camp, and get the big, bad criminal ousted? Or—no, wait, let me guess—secretly you find it irresistible because you yourself are a psychopath with more than a few murders up your sleeve, and you’re here to hatch a conspiracy. Let me know if I’m getting close.”