it’s all his own making
ar with himself
like two sides || of a wall
that sep•a•rates two countries
THINGS TO DO WHEN FEELING LESS THAN AWESOME
- watch monty python and the holy grail
- shop for fandom tshirts
- look at all the fun teas on the yogi site
- blast this song and think about your otp dancing to it together ♥
- take an absurdly long, absurdly luxurious shower
- go back and look at old pictures of you & your friends having fun
- write a letter to your favorite person telling them how much you love them and how their existence made your life better
- listen to every episode of mugglecast from summer 2007
- get organized
- bake some lembas bread
- shh just listen
- put on your favorite underwear and nothing else
- COLOR (WITH CRAYONS)
- drink a shit ton of water, eat healthy, exercise
- olan rogers, man. just… olan rogers
- realize that it’s totally cool if you don’t get anything done today, that it’s all right if none of this shit helped you and crying works better, and that no matter what, this feeling will pass eventually ♥
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"You are very good at angst." I’M LAUGHING SO HARD OMG THANKS I ENJOY ANGST WAY TOO MUCH. Anyways, thank you for your kind words darling! *hugs*
- that if I don’t follow you back does not mean you don’t have a good blog or the cliche ‘I don’t like you’. I have so many more followers than I feel that I deserve and it’s mostly to keep my dash in shape so I don’t end up endlessly scrolling the dash and reblogging a whole bunch of shiny posts when I should be doing replies.
- that even if I’m not currently following you (which does not mean I never will), please feel free to come rp with my muse(s)
- that you are great and I hope you have a wonderful day! :)
chARACTERS WHO DON’T THINK THEY’RE WORTH ANYTHING TEAR ME APART LIKE I WANT TO PULL THEM ASIDE AND GIVE THEM A LIST OF EVERYTHING THEY’VE DONE AND EVERYTHING THEY CAN DO BECAUSE THERE’S SO MUCH
SEND ME ‘KITTY WANTS TO PLAY?’ AND MY MUSE WILL REACT TO HAVING CAT EARS, A TAIL, ALONG WITH THE INSTINCTS OF A FELINE.
The Doctor turned to look at Clara as she stepped into the TARDIS, a bright grin appearing on his face. He couldn’t stop himself from running to her, purring as he hugged her. That was, of course, until he noticed what he was doing and pulled away.
"I, uh, s’rry. Don’t know where that came from." He scratched his neck, only to notice that he had a tail between his legs. And not any tail, his tail. Alright. It was a dream. It had to be, right?
The girl winced when he reacted. “Yes well…” She leaned in to whisper. “I thought you might be a little sensitive about the um…” Clara gave a clear of her throat. “The um…c-ca…um…” It was near impossible saying it without bursting into laughter. “The ca-….” Finally she couldn’t take it much longer. She rolled over in laughter nearly falling back. “You’ve got bloody cat ears on your head! And a tail! AH-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Tears were burning her eyes and she found it difficult to breathe. She fell back into the pilot’s chair kicking her feet and holding her sides in a giddy giggle. “You’ve got CAT EARS on your HEAD!” She laughed until her lungs couldn’t take much longer, taking small gasps between breaths. “I’m…I’m sorry.” She breathed still holding her sore ribs. “I’m sorry, it’s just….you look so silly! What happened to you?”
The Doctor groaned, staring at her as she laughed. Great. Exactly what he needed, a giggling companion who obviously didn’t understand how bad this whole thing was. He had cat ears, for Rassilon’s sake! And a tail! How bad did it need to get for her to take it seriously?
"I don’t know. Must’ve been something in the console. Maybe some sort of particle in the air—I have no idea!" He ran both hands through his hair, a bit angry. Not knowing was one of the things he hated the most. Made him feel absolutely useless. "I hadn’t been anywhere else, not without you, anyways, and since you don’t have cat ears, it must be something else. I hadn’t noticed until now. How do you grow ears and a tail without even noticing?" He frowned, his mind working a thousand miles per hour trying to find a logical explanation—and, hopefully, a solution.
Rose sighed, “when you feel inclined to talk I’ll be in the bath….” She whispered as she walked towards the bathroom. “I know that I can’t take your pain or sadness away…but that doesn’t mean that I won’t stop trying.
The Doctor didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at her. Instead, he closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands. He opened his mouth, about to say something, and decided to let her have some time alone. She deserved it, after all.
Leigh cried in agony as the Doctor dealt with his wounds, but he soon stopped crying he had endured much much worse.
Leigh nodded “O… OK… I’ll try.” He slowly breathed very heavily muttering to himself “1…2…3……4.” He writhed some more in the chair struggling against his bounds “It… it hurts so so much…. why aren’t they man enough to just end it!” He shouted at the door but there was no response for once it seems the hunters were not listening.
Leigh eventually calmed, he looked at his bandaging then up at the Doctor slowly “Um… thanks… you helped me… why did you help me?… And yes i am… much better.” When he asked the question Leigh sighed “I was born… i am part demon, part angel, part death, part god and part new… i am the Antichrist… i get the worst from all the worlds… and my crime is being alive so these… fine… gentleman thought they would… sort my problem out for me… that problem being my heartbeat… but… they do not know how to… end me.”
"Why shouldn’t I help you?" The Doctor asked, frowning a bit and moving the chair closer to him, still playing with the screwdriver as an estrategy to calm himself down. There was something about this place that he didn’t like, and it wasn’t until Leigh spoke again that he understood what it was.
Everybody was completely insane.
The Doctor, of course, couldn’t let them think that, make him doubt about his own mental sanity. So he didn’t phrase it exactly like that, and raised his eyebrows instead, looking at him.
"Antichrist? You are the Antichrist? Not that I don’t think you could be, because you could, but that’s a bit… Well, you know. It’s a lot to take it.” The Doctor scratched his neck, trying to organise his thoughts. Perhaps saying the truth was the best he could do, so he did exactly that. “Leight, listen to me. There’s no such thing as an angel or a God. Or demons, for that matter.”