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@probablytreason
𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 / 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.ᐟ✧.*


happy — however old now.

. . . he'll consider it. maybe. maybe.

and before she asks —— the answer to 'can i have a sword' is 𝒏𝒐 for the foreseeable future.

they're going to sneak in with seats as close to the stage as possible, surely; she hasn't got an issue with that—? 'perfect view'.

no need, no need. he hardly minds after all. and now~ to sneak into an audience. easy trick.

alright, alright. yes. . . . a concert. or the show for MTV?

he's – not as 'up to date' as he'd like, a lot of the time. . . . 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔~

perhaps. . . . give him a moment to see what that is —


and it wasn’t long before he was setting it, and chucking it over the hill. ducking, and tugging her down with him? exactly. and — *𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑴. " and that, handles that, " autons. very easy to dispose of, thankfully.

Another cig for the rainy day… & the Doctor’s sonic lance to light it.

" pass me some of that nitro-9 i told you to leave in the TARDIS, @probablytreason, "

ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ?


The woman was 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡. That was Polly's first impression, anyway. One minute her milkshake was in front of her and the next — 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘧! — it was in the hands of the new arrival. 𝑨𝒄𝒆, apparently. "Polly." She replied tartly, her arms folding over her chest. "And you —
