⤳   @11thdr​​​​,    𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳,   asked:     ‹ excellent work, rory! not only have you gotten us killed by zygons impersonating ms. hepburn's entourage, we're going to be murdered by your WIFE the second she finds out. class act, well done! ›

“ right ... right ––– ” he's nodding along a bit frantically, a bit too focused on the tardis' door which is now being battered against by a quite furious bunch of zygons (furious but ever so stylish as it so happens). the only thing that pulls his attention back to the doctor's words is the implication of impending doom, death by amelia. “ right! ” he secures his position, spinning around while keeping the brunt of his force on the doors so that they don't crash open with the brief reprieve of pressure. he leans now so that his back is against the door, knees bent, arms outspread behind him. “ twice dead, no, i, um –– i hear you clearly, doctor –– ” neck cranes so he can spy out the window. frosted glass. he can practically feel the ship's offense as he rolls his eyes at the impracticality. “ but could you –– please hurry up and press the get away button now ––  !!!! ”

@11thdr asked, breaking and entering is considered frowned upon in most places, you know.

"And are you going to tell on me for it?" It's a teasing thing, her sing-song tone, a bit laissez-faire for the occasion ––  it is, after all, the Lourve. But what's the harm in a little B&E to set the mood? The lock clicks, unlatches, and with raised brows and a brightened expression, River steps through the front door of one of the world's most prestigious artistic institutions. "I'll warn you now, if you didn't like that, you're going to hate what happens next." She speaks with a sense of confidence, lifting her skirt ever so slightly to allow her a swifter gait. Without hesitation, she's already making her way further into the museum. "Keep up if you'd like to continue chastising me, darling! I'm a woman on the move."

i spread like strawberries.

  ❝  And that's quick, is it?  ❞       Admittedly she didn't know a thing about strawberries & their growth habits; though context might allude that speed was rather rapid and insidious.  ❝ Seems rather like a bad thing when you put it like that... oh!  ❞     Brows furrow, just for a moment, ever so slightly, and in another instant she's leaning over the front desk, fingers picking nimbly at a small ziplock stashed just behind her pen cup ( a sweet treat for the midday, tucked delicately away so as not to arouse suspicion of passing students ) ––  ❝  Brainfood, Doctor?  ❞     In the baggie is small assortment of graham crackers.  ❝  I'm afraid your analogy's gotten me a bit peckish, but I'm listening. You're spread plague-like across the school in a lick. Is that what you mean?  ––  I'm afraid I've already asked all the faculty, they look at me like I've lost my mind. ❞ 

––   @11thdr ✧ * :      i’m not really anything like a person.

                Rapidity to her movement,  she floats  (hums,  rather)  just inches away from the non-person’s nose.  If not a human,  then a what?  a Who in the greatest sense;  a thing,  a folk,  a stranger  –––  unknown.  Small fingers work to pull at his nostril,  now,  inspecting,  expecting in part to find it to be some sort of illusion.  Nothing,  of course.  She flits around to his ear,  pulling on the lobe before peering in the canal:   only darkness,  just the same as anyone else she’s come across.  No funny little light or a smaller man inside,  working a machine hobbled together.  No complex system of pulleys and wheels.  Just a person.  A non-person.  Who seemed to understand her   ––   rather!  Speak to her most perfectly in her own language.  Not even Peter could do that  (though she understood him,  and he her,  quite well enough,  let the record show!).

              Finding herself back in front of him,  she floats on the same level as his gaze,  a concentrated expression of investigation plastered along her features.  “A lemur?”   It’s the best guess she could offer.  Not furry enough to be a bear.  A shaved cat would be walking on all fours  . . .      a lemur seemed fine enough of an option.  A shaved lemur,  at that,  and grown rather tall.  Though on the nature of size,  who was she to judge?  Everyone was quite big to her.

                ❝  ⁺˚｡✧⋆⁺˚｡　⋇⋆⁺˚!   [  tell  me  please!  ] ❞  Her voice,  ringing out with the sound of bells and whistles,  holds a demanding tone.  As authoritative as she could possibly pull off.    ❝  ⋆⁺˚｡． *✧⋇  ゜゜  ✦ *゜✧ *✧ *     [  you’ll  have  to  tell  me  now,    creature!  ]  ❞

happy two year anniversary to aldereign !!! i just wanted to shoutout the people that have made my year memorable both online & irl. i really appreciate all of you so consider this just a peak into all the people that have been so welcoming & kind to me today & always. 

@soloreign / @nexusbeing / @margaerie / @worthfuls / @anxman / @kwinade /  @queenwolf / @gunbash / @vasilievna  / @vlyuvdova / @bledyshka / @conlink / @exhunter / @11thdr / @paleobotanic / @fatedriven / @gothanite / @kryptoian / @wolfell  / @boystark / @weirseer / @faentine / @2usan / @saerenei / @hightowering  / @lockslei  /  @shewulfs / @heisterical / @exilae / @crimenight / @dinopunching / @wonedeus / @veilfleur / @loetise / @jennifercheck / @zilmdat / @beaumortal / also wherever leia is rn i dont kno which blog but leia this ones for u / @brinaspells /  @kyuseshu  + many more!!!! 

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻?

SALT.      ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

tagged by:    no one, i stole it from myself @andscary ✨ tagging:     @survivur , @murkyhazed , @kingkbra , @11thdr , @screwthat , @exsocialite , @belasso & you ! 

@11thdr​     asked,      ❝   god knows how you dragged us both into the darkness that grows.  ❞

             It’s a smile edged by painful awareness  ––  THE   𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕋𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕐   OF   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃.  Either his trust of her good-heartedness, or her faith in him; couldn’t be sure which.  She’d been led down the road before; believing in something, someone, the sanctity and wonder of a construct.  She felt like such a complete idiot right now.  [   𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾.  ]   Growing darkness;  it wasn’t lost on her, nor a secret, that she’d been sinking a long while, regardless of how often she fought to dig herself out.

              It was not soil, not rock which covered her, but a viscous tar which made it impossible to grasp at the edges. She couldn’t pull herself back up if she tried.  As she stared on towards him, a pang of hurt ringing throughout herself, she could feel her own lack of control as she spoke  ––  throwing words out like knives, which was oft her inclination. Make it hurt, and make them leave.  ❝ I really –– thought you’d get it. ❞   The words sting, each one, and she finds herself forced to avert her gaze, an overwhelming sensation of dread taking hold in the base of her stomach. 

              She turns, walking towards the exit, placing a palm against the blue wood of the door.      ❝ Let me out. ❞        She doesn’t look at him as she asks.  ❝ Okay? Put us –– bring us down, and let me out.  Doctor,  let me out. ❞

@11thdr​​  asked :  CLARAAAAAA

                 smirk  tugs  at  bowed  lips ,  dimpling  her  cheek .  she  whirls  around  with  practiced  ease ,  eyes  reflecting  the  dancing  lights  of  the  console.   ❛❛   i  know ,  i  know .  ❜❜ her  hands  flourish  in  the  air   ❛❛   i’m  bloomin’  brilliant .  ❜❜  she  rocks  forward  onto  her  toes  ,  then  back  to  her  heels .  once ,  twice ,  three  times  -  before :  ❛❛   now  can  we  press the  button  and  go  somewhere ? ❜❜

@11thdr   asked,        brave heart, rory.

                  He feels himself Dorothy;            long way from Leadworth,  and quite remarkably out of his depth.       Perhaps a gentle shove courtesy of his companion’s prying words may push him past the threshold of the whimsical, floating phone booth he’s found himself in.  A roll of his eyes and a returned glare to the Doctor confirms:  no.  Brave heart.  Fancy that.  This man is delusional.   ❝ No offense,  really,  but,  ––    ❞  He shakes his head,   a laugh,  breathy and rushed,  sounding out as he directs his gaze towards the Doctor,  away from the increasingly hostile-looking environment they seem to have landed on.  ❝ You haven’t taken us here to off us,  have you?    Because this is awfully far out of  ––  ❞   Another stolen glance to the desert world awaiting.   ❝ Jesus;   ––   far out of the,  erm,  typical  ––  space . . .      jaunts,   as it were.  ❞  A brief pause,  heavy in the air between them.  ❝ I’m not going out there.   ❞

róisín presents river song, the one & only! headcanon-centric and exclusive with: @11thdr, @ahstrocle. pages a wip, please feel free to ask me if you have any questions.

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when  you  live  in  space,  rarely  do  you  question  the  cosmos:  it  was  there  in  every  moment  simultaneously.  in  doing  that,  it  kept  the  course  of  history  as  smooth  as  it  could  be,  dealing  with  all  of  the  galaxies  rights  and  wrongs  all  while  parenting  the  children  of  this  universe.  she  edges  closer  to  the  window,  a  hand  under  her  chin  in  deep  thought  as  she  hugged  herself.  padmé  understands  now  that  without  being  in  all  times  at  once,  the  cosmos’  agency  would  be  limited.  this  universe  in  which  she  lives  &  breathes  sees  all,  it  reaches  out    —-    in  ways  the  average  person  cannot  comprehend    —-    to  ask  its  creation  to  do  the  right  thing  to  make  better  and  kinder  worlds,  she  can  hear  it.  she  just  didn’t  understand  it  back  then.  

❝    ——-    does  it  always  feel  like  this?    ❞

bro lol??? don't you just die all the time??????? haha

“takes one to know one, kiddo”

@11thdr​  asked :       ' there’s nothing like a god to make you feel small. '

                       she grins,  a sanguine display within the circumstances,  but she supposes this is,  for him as well,  quite along the lines of status quo.  ❝  i’m extremely hard to humble,  doctor!   they’ll have to try  ––––  harder  –––  ❞  daringly,  suddenly,  she pulls at the steering device sharply,  with little hesitation in a bold move which sees them just narrowly evading a meteorite in their path,  one which barrels down at such a velocity it could only be coming from a god themself.  the sound of tumbling crew members not yet buckled in rings out from outside the cockpit,  but she appears unaffected.  call it what you like,  disregard or innate confidence in her crew’s ability to handle themselves on their own   –––   she can’t be bothered to make an assessment,  now,  and only focuses on the path at hand,  working her best to steer them out of the line of further obstructions.

                         ❝  what did you do to make it so mad?   –––    did we do something?  ❞      at the latter thought,  she laughs,  throwing her gaze behind herself towards the doctor before returning it to the task at hand.      ❝  i don’t know how long i can hold off a deity.  ❞

Hi um...I'm a big fan?

thank you so much nonmutual thats so sweet of you. i will be sure to record this in the large journal i possess detailing how cool i am in comparison to my other friends, such as my friend jack. have you heard of him?