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@becauseitskind
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀/ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 , ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * | 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 * 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 .
dwrp | mdni | #rosie Katılım Şubat 2022
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The train! Yes! He does love a good train.
⠀⠀⠀ Will there be carriages with tables, and live music, and a hypersonic engine?
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
She's on her way! They could get the train to Edinburgh? Edinburgh's lovely.
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Twelve thousand life sentences, yes, but he's in 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒈𝒐𝒘. Can't they call it even?
⠀⠀⠀What if he buys her some chips, too? Everyone likes chips these days.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
Twelve thousand life sentences(!) She might have gotten early release, but still—
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Has he really not earned a single freebie, after all this time?
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
He'd better make it up to her if she does.
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A bastard maybe, but a bastard she is irretrievably in love with.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
Oh, he's a bastard sometimes—
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Drat, was he supposed to be keeping a list? Surely there's not enough paper in the universe.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
What on earth would give him the impression that she would ever be in any trouble whatsoever?
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No, well, at some point his worst became a record even he struggled to break.
⠀⠀⠀ Anyway, what sort of trouble has she got herself in this time?
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
It's not his worst, she'll give him that.
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Her wish is his... slightly belated command. ( He's not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 late, right? )
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠@SongThroughTime
Wishing her husband was here.
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— Nevermind. Not edible.
The Doctor is rinsing out the taste ( and radiation ) from his mouth when Valerie steps onto the TARDIS. He spins around and holds up the plate, wondering if she'll notice the potato that ( 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 ) caught fire.
"I uh- I made you dinner."
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𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 | @UniverseJumping
Well. It's... A meal?
⠀⠀⠀⠀Probably? He'll have to consult a dictionary to see if potatoes and brussel sprouts cooked in the radiation of the TARDIS console falls under the technical definition of a meal, but it's edible.
( . . . )
Okay. —
| XII.* /@becauseitskind
* / Stolen. Like ( ♡ ) for a random prompt, I'll pick from one of these!
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He gave Clara's hand a squeeze in return, as he glanced around her kitchen in hope of finding an aid.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Instead, he became distracted by the curiosities of Clara's human life - the one he knew alarmingly little about. The magnets collected on her fridge, —
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is collapsing.” She sniffled. “Can you help me calm down?” She asked softly, her brown eyes pleading for this emotional turmoil to stop. What he was currently doing was aiding in that already. The gestures of affection did wonders. But it would take more than that to help.
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