Still not over that scene in Hide where the Doctor wraps his arm around Clara’s shoulders and tells her a love story - “the oldest story in the universe” - about how a boy and a girl are separated, about how they ache for each other across time and space. How Clara stands there tucked under his arm, listening carefully to this story he’s spinning. How neither one of them are yet aware that he’s telling their story. How, one day, Clara will scatter herself all across time and all over space, how she’ll look for him and love him in each life she lives. How she’ll willingly die countless times in his place. How, at some point, he’ll dream about her for four-and-a-half billion years, how he’ll love her enough to burn himself up again and again and fracture the universe and unravel time all to bring her back because not even death - hers or his - can stop him.
But they don’t know it’s a story about them. Not yet. So the both of them stand there close together, outside the old mansion’s brick walls, enjoying each other’s company and thinking about the events unfolding, unaware that they’re the characters in the story he’s telling.
Happy Valentines Kids <3
I may have already started on another… perhaps from ACoTaR…
It was a delight working on this fun piece with Hachandraws🤍 (link to post)
Missandei & Grey Worm in Two Swords (4.01)
dragons are fire made flesh, and fire is power.
the doctor's relationship with clara mesmerizes me, to be completely frank. like wdym you split yourself in his time stream so there was no version of him throughout his immortal life that didn't coexist with a version of you that would die when the moment arose in order to save him. wdym you consider her the only mystery worth solving and your fixation on her to be the thing that saved you from wasting away in victorian london out of grief, renouncing every vow and principle you've upheld as the basis for your entire identity. wdym you believe in him so strongly that the fervency of your faith is a shackle clasped around both of your ankles, but you don't even care because your hand is in his and you know he will save you from this. wdym you're slowly becoming agonizingly aware that she's become as reckless with her life as you are with yours in her desperation to become like you and it's killing you because there is no one like you for good reason (there is only the master, but that's a completely separate ballpark); you know every relationship you have ever started has a grave marker staked in it from the moment of its conception but you thought you'd have longer than this. you need her, you need her, you need her. you'll walk through hell for however long it takes to get her back and you will not regret even a single moment of it. like wdym by that
Childhood friends 🥺🥺
I know the timelines wouldn’t make sense but imagine if river showed up at the university twelve and bill are at and in the midst of them having a conversation an old friend of bill’s comes by and is like “oh hey bill who are you talking to” and she’s like “my granddad and… my nan.” and river gives her a look like I do NOT look that old we will talk about this later
i am but a young girl and know little of the ways of war