missing you guys today

i’m sorry guys i might need to go on a hiatus , but i will be back !

what if . . . i was actually around today?

we are in a cycle my dudes

okay but have you considered that you’re amazing cause you are

it is cold

paul mescal as harry in 'all of us strangers' (2023)

Salem Saberhagen + Outfits

hmmmmmmmmm want new oc

me gently pushing my stardew muses onto the dash

i was having such a good day y'all

a terribly timed starter call ! all muses are up for grabs , no restrictions ! length will vary , and i may come do some plotting if i get stumped ! clarify muse or you get nothing thanks <3

i have risen. . .

mind a cacophony of voices all airing different emotions and concerns , eyes fixed on the signature blue before her . feet felt heavy , as if stuck to floor and unable to move either forward or back the second she registered the blue box . she’d done it . she’d finally found him . after so many years of travelling , after unbearable catastrophes , uncountable lessons and unthinkable tragedies , she’d finally found her father . jarring thoughts urge her to run both to and from the box , half of her beyond excited to step foot inside while the other half wonders whether she truly deserved to do so .

excitement won out , feet suddenly light as air and blundering straight through doors .

it didn’t disappear the moment she saw other . after all , she’d learned a little about her biology and knew neither gender nor skin tone were fixed . yet they didn’t feel like her father , their aura was different . and their reaction made it all the more clear .

“ oh ! right , yes . i can . . . well , i can help if you like ! then i know i won’t miss him . ” said with far too much enthusiasm as she shuffled towards the board , seeming to know where to look and what to press on instinct .

❝ Jenny? ❞ She repeated the name out loud, a frown marring her features as she pondered it. Of all the people who have known the Doctor, there was only one with the name Jenny that came to mind and that woman was a Victorian chamber maid who River was quiet certain, didn't have the ability to change her appearance at will. So unless ... oh. The archaeologist arched a brow. There had been another Jenny. But that Jenny couldn't possibly be this one. That Jenny had died a long time ago, on a planet far away. Hmm. look who's talking. Impossible things happened all the time.

❝ Of course. Jenny. You're alive!? ❞ She paused, surprise slowly giving way to delight, and then, dismay once more.

Just as River hadn't expected anyone to come bounding in through those blue doors, Jenny must have expectations of her own and those probably included finding the Doctor. The Doctor who was probably out there this very minute, saving the entire planet, or joining a bowling league. Perhaps both. But more importantly, the Doctor who had NO idea that she was alive either and couldn't without risking grave consequences for the universe. If she hadn't needed to get off this planet as fast as possible, she'd never have stepped foot through those doors to begin with.

❝ I'm ah, a friend of the Doctor's. he's entrusted me to move the TARDIS off-world for him, can't risk it falling into the wrong hands. ❞

@lghtyear ❤'d // accepting

“ yeah . it’s going well , actually . ” in truth , she found herself surprisingly impressed . char was good at her job and always had been . she knew social media like the back of her hand , statistics and projections easy maths to her now . so to see someone she’d wrongly assumed to be less than competent achieve this with little to no coaching was . . . surprising . it’s why gentle smile takes over lips , hands finding her hips . “ and the training ? how’s that going ? ”

"How's the engagement lookin', then? Alright, yeah?" he asks, despite the fact that he thinks he already knows the answer. Jamie spends enough time on socials to know how things will generally be received by the public. Still, he's a predictable man; he likes praise, and he'll like to hear it now.

@lghtyear [ char ] [ sc !]

good afternoon :)

i want . . . to be devoured by ships