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Take Me Somewhere Awesome
I'm Clara Oswald, and I'm certainly not a bargain basement stand-in for anyone else. When you can't find me at school or writing up lesson plans, odds are I'm off exploring all of space and time with the Doctor. Now then, what can the impossible girl do for you?
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OOC: So. The plan.
As it stands, I owe twelve threads on this blog and who-knows-how-many on my Marvel OC. And at the rate I'm going I'm probably going to overwhelm myself if I try to keep doing things the way I have.
So, if anyone's wondering where I've been, I swear I'm not leaving again, it's just I like to develop plans and not warn anybody, so here's the plan I haven't mentioned: I am going to work through every reply in my drafts right now, which may take a while, and post them all at once. But if I don't do them all at once, they'll pile up faster than I can get to them and I'll overwhelm myself and possibly leave Clara again, and I don't ever, ever want to repeat that because I miss her and I miss all of you.
So. I'm not on hiatus, I'm still around and lurking, but once I've cleared out my drafts I'll be comfortable enough to answer everyone at the pace the threads come. Sound good?
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"Your favorite book?" Clara's eyebrows rose. "Well, that settles it, we've got to find that page, then. Can't be missing the last page of your favorite book." Getting to her knees, Clara peered under the desk in search of the page, glancing up with her brow furrowed after a moment. "Never, really? Do your parents teach you at home?"
alwaysrunningtosavehim is a Bookworm
”It’s nice to meet you too,” Matilda nodded, before looking around. ”Yes please. I’ve only got one page left. The last one, though I know it almost off by heart. It’s my favourite book, you see…” she smiled a little shyly. ”You’re a teacher? I’ve never met a teacher before.”
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It’s just another night
And I’m staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star
And thought of you
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Clara gave a chuckle as he ignored her, clearly not knowing how to refute her words. She leaned into him easily as his arm wrapped around her, and felt a fleeting urge to kiss him again, but for now there was the Eagle Nebula to look at, and she was still letting it sink in that there would be plenty of time to kiss him for the next...
No, she wasn't going to assign a time frame. If she thought of how long she'd had with him the first time, she'd know how much time was left before he left again, and she didn't want to be counting down the days until she had to start learning to let go all over again. It didn't matter exactly how much time she had left; all that mattered was that she had time.
Blinking at the sound of his voice, and pulling herself out of her thoughts, Clara tore her eyes away from the colors gradually shifting in front of them to look at him. A smile crossed her face almost involuntarily at the question, the reminder that he was coming back, before she realized with a jolt how fortunate it was he'd asked; she couldn't having him showing up on a Wednesday and bumping into his next regeneration, could she?
"Actually, I'm a teacher now, so my weekdays are pretty busy. Probably better if you start coming on Fridays, or... whenever you want, really, and as often as you want. But my Wednesdays get kind of hectic now, so... maybe a different day from now on."
Reunion || Clara and Eleven
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requiem for blue jeans || ten & clara oswald
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"Oh, genius, definitely. Also insane, definitely, and occasionally an idiot, but never about anything important. It'll be fine."
That sounded reassuring. ”Whoever you took this idea from is either an idiot or a genius and I’m not sure which one I’d rather it be. The word ‘insane’ also comes to mind.”
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"No, probably not, but things usually work out all right for the person who came up with the idea, so hopefully his luck extends to me." Hopefully.
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"Do you really think that’s a good idea?"
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"Ah." Clara nodded, straightening as the girl stepped out. "Nice to meet you, Matilda. I'm Clara. Don't suppose you need any help finding those pages, do you? A good book missing a few pages is a real tragedy—I'd know, a few of the old books in my classroom have some pages torn out, it drives me bonkers."
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Matilda peered out from underneath the table, before returning the smile. ”A few of the pages of my book fell out… I’m trying to find them,”’ she explained, stepping out from under the desk. ”I’m Matilda.”
#miraclematildawormwood#Oh gosh all I can think is how much a sweet little telekinetic girl who loves reading is right up Clara's alley as a children-loving English#I can feel Clara gearing up to beg me to volunteer her for time-traveling fairy godmother duties already haha
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Clara Oswald Moodboard {1/?}
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Blinking, Clara leaned down to get a better look at the girl, an eyebrow raising and an easy, friendly mile gracing her lips. "Hello! I'm Clara. What are you doing under there?"
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”Oh! Hello. Who are you?”
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Gallifrey Stands
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The young Time Lady raised an eyebrow at the exuberance with which he hopped right out of his seat, almost like the chair had burned him for sitting in it too long. She stood as well, with a lot more composure and grace, but there was an almost manic light showing through in her eyes, betraying, if he bothered to notice, her own excitement.
Only half an hour ago, she'd thought her planet was gone, her people killed, her home destroyed, and now... now she was going to save them.
Clara waited for him to scrounge up whatever money he had in his pockets and place it on the table, resisting the urge to tap her foot or give any other sign of impatience. She'd much rather maintain her dignity and let him be the one to emanate an aura of eagerness and excited energy.
Following him instantly, Clara felt the smallest of smiles tug at her lips as she watched him reach up to straighten his bow tie, but when they reached the door and he stepped back to let her walk through first, she paused. Some small part of her wondered if she should really go anywhere with this man.
Only half an hour ago, she'd thought he was a murderer, a cold-hearted monster who'd destroyed his own planet, and now... now she trusted him like she'd known him all her life.
And she was going to save Gallifrey with him. Flashing a bright smile his way, Clara stepped through and started in the direction they'd come from. "If you say so, Chin. So, what's first, then?"
Absolution || Time Lady Verse
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AU meme: Clara and the Doctor as SHIELD agents
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Heroes… and monsters. The world is full of wonders… We can’t explain everything we see. But our eyes are open. So what now? There are no more shadows for you to hide in. Something impossible just happened. What are you going to do about it?
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Clara was caught between an exasperated sigh and an affectionate chuckle as the Doctor made himself quite comfortable in her classroom, seemingly as confident and at ease as if he belonged there, leaning so casually against her door frame and beaming at her students. Rolling her eyes, Clara reached over to give him a light, playful shove that couldn't have budged him more than an inch, her eyes catching on his smirk.
"No, I don't think you should," she replied, unable to suppress the wide grin on her face and the light in her eyes, her joy at seeing him winning out over her frustration. "I work here, Doctor. These kids are supposed to be learning and I'm supposed to do the teaching, I can't have my best friend just popping in whenever he likes. That's not how jobs work."
Still, the grin remained on her face, and Clara found herself moving closer to him without having decided to, her hand still resting on his arm from where she'd gently pushed at him. Catching a student's suggestive expression over the Doctor's shoulder, she dropped her hand, her smile shifting to one that looked slightly more professional. "Of course I'm ready, Doctor, but can't it wait until, oh, I don't know, I'm done at school?"
Everybody Talks || Clara and Eleven
"…And that’s why chickens have the little hangy things from the bottoms of their mouths…”
The group of students awed at his story, wide eyes growing wider at the strange man with the bowtie and purple suit. The Doctor straightened the bowtie then, basking in the glory of the youth of today admiring him and another one of his stories. He always did like to tell stories.
Over the young group of kids who were demanding another magnificent tale from him, the Doctor noticed a familiar brunette poking her head out a classroom door. His hearts immediately picked up pace when he smiled at Clara and quickly excused himself from her students to go to her.
He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, giving the kids one last quirky smile before turning his full attention to Clara.
"I should come around more often. Your students seem to like me." He smirked. "Are you ready for today’s adventure? I don’t really have anything interesting in mind compared to other travels, but if you want to do something certain then i’m all ears."
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Clara could see the relief on his face, however much he tried not to feel it, and she had to duck her head to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It still felt impossibly foreign to her, knowing that the Doctor cared enough to be glad she was with him and not someone else, and that he was ridiculous enough to ever think there was a possibility that she might have been.
Didn't he know? How could he not understand that from the moment he came into her life she was done for? He was brilliant and funny and mad and impossible, but even more than that he cared about everyone he met, and he was so kind. He didn't walk away. And more than anything else, he needed her, and, well, she'd never stood a chance, not really. She loved him.
She'd loved him completely and fiercely, almost right from the moment she'd met him. How could there ever have been someone else—how could she not love the man who'd shown her the stars?
Clara couldn't help giving a roll of her eyes. "You and your bow ties. And it's a bit more than an inconvenience, Doctor; I could hardly expect any relationship to work when I was more devoted to the brilliant spaceman I was constantly popping off with than to whoever I was with."
She paused, reaching up to tap the tip of his nose. "'Cause you're my best friend, you know. I'd put you first, every time, even if I hadn't fallen for you over all those incredibly romantic, harrowing and nearly life-ending trips to different times and places."
Daleks || Eleven and Clara
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"I doubt she would, Doctor. She really has it out for me—besides, I told you, I'm a big girl, and I can take care of my own problems." Her eyebrows raising, Clara bit back a laugh at that, her expression shifting to one of a mother humoring her child's game of make believe. "I'm sure that's exactly what it must be. Which makes it your fault, for being so hot."
"She might. Or she might leave you alone! She didn’t bother Amy much after that, well, at least not to my knowledge. But she’d leave you alone, probably, maybe, hopefully. If she did any of those, she would get a stern lecture from me. She used to be fine with my companion in my ninth regeneration. Maybe this regeneration and my hotness made her easily jealous."
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