I’ve been wondering if I should delete this blog. I’m never on it and it just sits here, not getting used. I get on this every once in a while to see if I’ve got any asks or if I’ve been tagged in anything and I haven’t.
I’m thinking I should delete.
He shrugged, “That sounds nice, and I love apple grass! It’s quite lovely,” He got excited as he watched her drive the TARDIS. He chuckled as she…
“Daddy, it…. it burns. I burn. It hurts so bad.” She reached up and put a hand on his cheek before holding it out and looking at it, waiting for it to start glowing gold. When it doesn’t, she starts to panic, gasping for breath and all, before letting her hand fall on top of her chest and her head falling to the side, barely breathing. “Da…dad…”
What if the empty hearse has to do with Moriarty?
((Bonus points if smut))
Oh my god, guys, please. No one ever does awesome stuff like this for me, but I am BEGGING YOU I NEED ENTERTAINMENT. FOR PROCRASTINATION PURPOSES.
Whoever does this will get 7 billion Sagan-karma points from me.
1f 1ts good 1 m1ght draww a scene from 1t and promote you and sh1t.
STILL WAITING TO SEE WHAT THE POINT OF THIS POST IS.
I’m like Rory. I’ll wait 2000 years to see what’s so good.
((We’ll keep waiting for this until we
I’m not even sorry))
He laughed, “Who’s closet did you raid? Yours or mine?” He scanned over the outfit. “And my jacket! I loved this jacket!” He felt over the old leather and smiled. “It looks good, it fits you well,” He smiled at her.
“Would you believe me if I said both? What made you stop wearing all of this?” She pulls the jacket closer and sticks her hands in its pocket, feeling a cool metal chain. She turned a light red when he complimented her and stuttered out a ‘thank you’ before turning to the console and starting to type away on a keyboard, setting course to a completely random place. “Hold on.”
He laughed, “New me, new clothes!” He watched her start to drive the TARDIS. He held onto the console. “Where are we going?” He asked eagerly.
“A little place that the TARDIS told me about one night. It’s called Aberanth. It’s a nice little planet a few galaxies over from earth. She told me how there’s fields of apple grass and it snows bright turquoise snowflakes every night.” She hikes her leg up on the console and kicks a lever, pulling another one as they stop and the doors open, revealing a smoking landscape. “What… It isn’t possible. It was just fine yesterday.”
He shrugged, “That sounds nice, and I love apple grass! It’s quite lovely,” He got excited as he watched her drive the TARDIS. He chuckled as she kicked a leg up. “I used to do that in my last regeneration,” He looked around. “Well, my hammer isn’t here anymore, what a shame,” He chuckled as they stopped. He looked outside as the smoky dark landscape. “What happened to it?” He asked, running to the doors.
“I don’t know, but I could take a guess or two.” Kneeling down, she ran her fingers across the charred ground, picking up burnt pieces of grass and looking at them intently before tasting it and spitting it out as she stood. “Get back inside. They’re here and were long before we even thought to come here. Daleks are here because they know we’re here.” She shoved him back through the door before she was shot by something on one side of her body. Crying out in pain, she gripped her shirt in one hand before stumbling in the TARDIS, falling over as soon as the door shut. With her eyes fluttering, she whispered a quiet “Daddy, please help.” before going limp.
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I FORGOR ABOUT THIS BLOG LIKE THE TIT I AM.