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#sets


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"Some of the worst things in my life never happened."
— Mark Twain (via unephilosophe)
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#amy #donna #martha


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#sets


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#doctor who #sets


comingalong:

nobodyhuman:

comingalong:

Oh thank you thank you I was very confused and it was frightening. I was like, is the Doctor being sarcastic? I don’t know, let me get out my sass-o-meter and see if it’s bleeping. 

Yes, well.  Fine.  Is it? No, no.  Fine.

Bleep bleep bleep.

Bleep bleep yourself.

1 year ago with 19 notes — via femmey-deactivated20130105
#well yes #that's what happens when you find something that looks good #you don't change it #I have variety! #I have different colours #and occasionally I lace my boots differently #asks #amy


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#doctor who #amy pond #sets


we are stardust || the Doctor and Amy, scene 3

impossible-amy-pond:

The crown fell over Amy’s eye. With a jolting laugh, she pushed it up, balancing it back on the crown of her hair. “Hey!’ she said, pointing her finger at him. “Do not insult my people. They may be dirty, but the accent there is really on the free part. I am a fair and just queen, and my people love their freedom. Don’t they!”

Amy threw her hands out. The people around them took notice of her joy and shouted with her. There was some general applause, and Amy had to pull the quilt back around her after it shifted off her shoulders, and Amy was still smiling as they walked away from the scene. She listened as the Doctor rambled on about Woodstock. She knew for a fact he had only just researched it, probably on the ride over, while Amy slept. This was her pick-me-up after their… rather eventful few ‘days’ together. Amy tried to push them from their mind, but the memory of cold hospital rooms and the Doctor’s mouth. Well. Those things were hard to forget.

One, harder than the other.

The Doctor was still going on. About the wonders of people. Two dying, two being born. “Lose two, gain two,” she said, because it was the people way to deal with death. It was the only way she could wrap her head around it, really, it was the only way any of them could. When you hear of someone dying and someone being born, it’s a whole happy sloppy mix of he had it coming and how wonderful

Not wanting to get separated as they ventured towards an area with more people, Amy linked her arm with the Doctor’s. “I say we should go find some place nice, drop a few tabs of LSD, and dance. You do know what LSD is, don’t you, Doctor? Think it stands for Lysergic acid diededuhdur. You think I’d remember. I passed health class with flying colors.” Her tone, soaked with innuendo. The Doctor wouldn’t know what she was talking about, but it was more private jokes for Amy. Privately joking about kissing the Doctor would keep her from doing it! It was that easy.

"Some place nice," he repeated.  There was a little incredulity thrown in there, just enough to be half-funny and half-completely-serious.  Acres of farm-land in the middle of New York nowhere was all well and good for a little while, but it certainly wasn’t anywhere near someplace nice.  The people made it nice.  The atmosphere.  The history.  Everywhere the Doctor went, there was history. 

Everywhere except Amy.

Well now that wasn’t hardly true at all! He rolled his eyes part-way and shook it off.  Stupid leftover newness zipping under her skin, that was all.  He didn’t know Amy’s time-stream because it was his time-stream.  He hadn’t known Donna’s or Sarah Jane’s, either.  That’s what kept it fun.  Wasn’t any fun if he knew all the answers, right? He knew so many already.  

Lysergic acid diethylamide,” he said, one finger held up to signal that he was saying something terribly important and she’d be right to listen.  This usually was the case.  ”A hallucinogenic, Amy, really? People use them to see the stars.  We’ve already seen them.  If you want to lie on your back and watch shapes change colors, I’ll take you to Estisis.”  LSD was different than that.  He was minimizing.  He’d had a tab a few handfuls of years back with a short-haired girl who’d turned out to be Edie Sedgwick, and that had gone rather well actually.  It’s important to try most of the substances readily available.  You’ve got to know what’s out there.  Ancient earth peoples used some plants as spirit guides to enhance their—well, never mind that.  Boring exposition.  He thought faster than he could think, if that made any sense.  

The Doctor kept waiting for them to reach a clearing, but they never did.  There wasn’t a lot of open space at this music festival.  All the people crammed together in their little knit blankets and their jumpers that didn’t go nearly as far down their legs as they were supposed to, they were all here to listen to music and get high and sway together.  That’s what he was here for.  That’s not at all what he was here for, no no no, he was here for her to be here for this.  Right.  Okay.  Well.

He stalled near a spread-out couple of boys without shirts on, hair reaching down to their shoulders in that way that was fashionable then and would be again in about ten years or so, unrestrained by ponytails.  ’Let yourself be free’ was sort of the mantra of the decade, and the decade was almost over but the freedoms carried on.  Good old America.  Good old Earth.  From here, they could see just the hint of the stage further on; if they strained their ears just so, there was that refrain of a lady rock-and-roll song, oh, he couldn’t remember her name.  ”Excuse me,” he said to one of the boys sprawled out on the grass.  Muddy grass.  Rain came and went.  Coming back soon.  He’d have to keep a watch on that.  ”Do you know who this is?” 

Casual conversation, something any person would say to any other person at any concert that had ever happened, but the boy looked at the Doctor’s boots with their pointed toes and then he looked at his own bare feet.  And then he looked—leered, leered—at Amy and that little circle cut out at her navel where her belly button stuck through.  ”Oh, hey!” said the Doctor, suddenly a little cross and feeling like he might have to maybe do something, he didn’t know what.  He settled on introducing himself, because that was a bit more his style than fisticuffs.  ”I’m the Doctor.  This is Amy, my… mate.”  

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#we are stardust #amy pond #doctor who rp


comingalong:

nobodyhuman:

comingalong:

I’d appreciate that, thank you.

That was sarcasm.  I’m not really going to do that.

Oh thank you thank you I was very confused and it was frightening. I was like, is the Doctor being sarcastic? I don’t know, let me get out my sass-o-meter and see if it’s bleeping. 

Yes, well.  Fine.  Is it? No, no.  Fine.

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#the TARDIS #I meant the TARDIS #I have a whole wardrobe full of-- #oh forget it you know what I meant #asks #amy pond


comingalong:

nobodyhuman:

comingalong:

nobodyhuman:

Well, I didn’t know you then, did I?  Different Doctor.  That’s why you didn’t recognise me, oh! I’d hardly recognise myself.

I don’t find that a very good excuse at all.

Terribly sorry.  Next time I’ll be sure to break the rules and look ahead of my timestream just to make sure I’m not being any bit rude.

I’d appreciate that, thank you.

That was sarcasm.  I’m not really going to do that.

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#occasionally I pick something up! #she does all my shopping for me