*Her smile faded slightly and she gave a hesitant nod* I was, yea… I’m.. I’m with Custy now though. Told ya ‘bout him too remember? *She looked at the Jelly Baby in her hand*
There were… some issues. With Tenth and I…
kill the idea that openly caring characters are boring
set on fire the line of thought that dictates that altruism is a bad thing and that selfishness/sassiness is an inherently more appealing and ‘~intricate~’ quality than an affectionate nature
smash and bury the concept of the false equivalency between angst and complexity
kindness and empathy are not synonyms for “blandness” and “lack of personality”
Happy Birthday Harry!
Happy birthday, J. K. Rowling, too!
Well….. I might be part Gallifreyan, but that part of me was manufactured in a lab and grew over many years…. Much of my human traits are still very present.
The Doctor has spoken to me before on the odds of me gettin’ pregnant. Let’s just say the chances are low. Really low. Like well under one percent type of low.
It could happen, yea. I don’t think it’ll be any time soon though.
His body was shaking with the after effects of lustful exertion, and soon enough, he felt his body now shaking with a chuckle against her soft lips. Michelle’s words sent a happiness throughout him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was enough so that he could swear it made up for every little bit of guilt, heartbreak, and sorrow that he’d endured in the recent past.
And perhaps it really truly was. A moment like this was so very rare and he was lucky to experience it now.
Slowly, a warm and content smile tugged at his lips as his breathing finally began to even out. “Nah, I don’t think so,” he said with a small shake of his head. “I know that we took top spot. For sure.”
The tight warmth and connection he felt surrounding his member was a lingering bliss that he didn’t want to remove, but this current position had grown to be tiresome. So with just a moment’s hesitation, he pulled himself out of her and laid right beside her on the bed he rarely used.
The Doctor moved his hand forward, brushing a stray strand of yellow hair from her forehead as he spoke quietly, “For a while, I was starting to think I’d never have you back. ‘Spose it’s good to be wrong sometimes, ay?”
Michelle laughed softly as he made himself comfortable next to her, and quickly feigned a look of surprise in response to his last couple of statements, “That’s not fair of ya to say, Custy. It really isn’t. Don’t ya remember I promised I’d be back?” she asked him half seriously, propping her head up with her hand and allowing her eyes to meet with his.
She remembered that promise as clear as those hazel depths that looked back at her, and she always… always intended on coming back, but she knew the actions Tenth had taken to ensure the opposite probably frightened him into that mindset.
It broke her hearts to even think of how he must have felt during that time— and again, the thoughts of all the things she said to him came back. An unwanted reminder of how she treated him…. A reminder that she wasn’t nearly as clever as she thought she was..
Looking away from him as the thoughts clouded her mind, she spoke again, “I really…. I woulda kept my promise, Custy… Even if it took years before my memories came back… I would’ve had to figure it out on my own, eventually..” she paused for a moment, not meaning for the conversation to take such a depressing turn. Would she have figured it out on her own though? She just wasn’t sure…
"Were…. Were ya really convinced ya’d never see me again?"
Eh…. Sorry, but… what? Not followin’ ya here, nonny.
//I am going to be 29. Thank you for that comment though. I’m starting to get insecure on the age thing LOL.
//Aww thank you, bby! <333333333333
Don’t let toxic assholes ever attack you for the things you enjoy doing in your life. If something makes you happy and you have a passion for it, you go and you do the thing all day long if you want.
Pirates of the Caribbean costumes | At World’s End edition
I’m afraid of moving on without you.
Because if I do, then it really means
you are no longer here.
You’re not coming back.
You are gone.
When people use others only for their popularity or follower count
im in a relationship with a fictional relationship