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thegingerintheredjumper:

mad-cosmic-9-year-old:

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"It’s not, it’s not." He repeated as he allowed her to hit him over and over. When she eventually gave up and fell into his arms, he then held her close. He could feel her tears soaking into his dress shirt. The Doctor softly stroked her ginger trying to console her as best he could. "It isn’t fair."

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Amy gave up fighting and rested her head against his chest, “I’m so tired. I’m so tired of fighting, I want life and love to be easy. But it’s not and it hurts and I can’t deal with the fact it hurts anymore.” She whimpered. “I want to forget, I want it to go away. Make it go away.”

"Nothing is easy. Life isn’t easy." The Doctor said quietly. "I can’t make the memories go away, I won’t. They make you who are, they make you Amy and I know, I know it’s hard and it hurts but each love, each heartache, each day makes people who they are. Who you are." He moves and holds Amy’s face in his hands, looking into her eyes. "You can get past this, we both can get past this. But if me leaving will make this all easier, I will erase your mind of any memories of me and I will leave and never forever but if if there is any sliver of you that wants me to stay along with every bit of pain that comes along with it. I will stay because by the gods of Gallifrey I have never stopped loving you, Amelia Pond.”

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thegingerintheredjumper:

mad-cosmic-9-year-old:

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The Doctor cleared his throat and swallowed. With a soft sigh he stood up, running his hand through his hair. He blocked her way when he saw her trying to get out of the bed.

"We should talk to your physician first, Amy, See if she thinks you are able to leave. Please." His voice was almost pleading.

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As he blocked her way she stopped, but didn’t stop quick enough to not touch him. Her hand brushed her chest as he stood there in front of her. She stared up at him. “It’s not fair.” She said and hit his chest, she ht him again and again, it wasn’t strong, she was so weak, but she was trying to hit him and as she did tears pour down her face before she fell into the Doctor’s arms sobbing. 

"It’s not, it’s not." He repeated as he allowed her to hit him over and over. When she eventually gave up and fell into his arms, he then held her close. He could feel her tears soaking into his dress shirt. The Doctor softly stroked her ginger trying to console her as best he could. "It isn’t fair."

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thegingerintheredjumper:

mad-cosmic-9-year-old:

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The sounds of Amy moving in her bed led to the Doctor looking up at her silently. He swallowed quietly and looked back down, realizing if she wanted to speak to him she would have.

The Doctor glanced up to see Amy digging her own nails into the skin of her palms. He spoke silently, “Don’t do that to yourself.”

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"I’ll do what I want." She snapped at him before moving her hands to the side of her head. She closed her eyes trying to block out the fact that any of the past days had happened. 

"Look can I go home yet? I’ve slept there is fuck all they can do for me here." She snapped at him and tried to climb out of the bed. 

The Doctor cleared his throat and swallowed. With a soft sigh he stood up, running his hand through his hair. He blocked her way when he saw her trying to get out of the bed.

"We should talk to your physician first, Amy, See if she thinks you are able to leave. Please." His voice was almost pleading.

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thegingerintheredjumper:

mad-cosmic-9-year-old:

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The Doctor sighed, “Not true.” He muttered out in a whisper but didn’t push the conversation. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed and wondered how he could prove to her that she was important and important to him.

When she was to awake a vase full of sunflowers would be the first thing her eyes met and the Doctor was to be sitting in the seat where she had turned her back on him. His eyes glued to the floor with his face in his hands as he waited.

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When Amy opened her eyes a good few hours later, she saw the sun flowers. She sighed and rolled over only to see the Doctor. She took a deep breath before sitting up against the pillows and pulled her knees up to her chest. 

She looked down at her hands before letting herself dig her fingernails into the palms. She was glad she had a dreamless sleep or she knew the nightmares would be back, like before.

The sounds of Amy moving in her bed led to the Doctor looking up at her silently. He swallowed quietly and looked back down, realizing if she wanted to speak to him she would have.

The Doctor glanced up to see Amy digging her own nails into the skin of her palms. He spoke silently, “Don’t do that to yourself.”

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Crash Landing

The Doctor had his feet up on the console, his nose in an old Agatha Christie novel he had read who knew how many times. Suddenly the entire main console room went red and the TARDIS creaked. He immediately closed his book, throwing it somewhere behind him. “What now, old girl?” he asked out loud as he made way around the console, flicking switches, pressing buttons, and pulling levers.

His efforts seemed pointless when the TARDIS dropped from it’s position and started hurdling towards the planet below him. The Doctor held on as he was tossed around until his blue box finally crash landed. Once on solid ground, he walked out of the door, unsure where he was. “Hello?” he quietly called out, trying to gain his surroundings.

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Wanting to roleplay!

Hi, hello! The muse and the mun are looking to roleplay with more and more people! We are willing to roleplay with anyone but these are the verses that the mun knows well

  • Doctor Who
  • Supernatural
  • Once Upon A Time
  • Marvel (Spider-man, Thor, Captain America, Guardians of the Galaxy)
  • Pretty Little Liars

Please feel free to follow me and/or send me a message so we can start roleplaying together!

 

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Anonymous said:
"He doesn’t even remember but his friends celebrate it on November 23rd" I see what you did there :)  

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fill out with muse information ;;

                                     ABOUT THE MUSE.

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General Appearance.  

name: The Doctor
age: Around 2,000 years, give or take
date of birth: He doesn’t even remember but his friends celebrate it on November 23rd
zodiac: Sagittarius 
gender: Male (currently)
eye colour: A green blue hazel
hair colour:  Brown
height: 5’1”
scars: None in this current regeneration
burns: None in this current regeneration
over weight: No
under weight: no

Favourite

colour: TARDIS blue and sometimes a bright green
hair colour:  Ginger
eye colour: Hazel
song: He currently likes anything by Elton John
movie: Titanic
t.v show: He really likes trivia and history shows, mostly to tell them how wrong they are
food: Fish Fingers and custard, Jammie Dodgers
drink: Tea and he really likes this chocolate-like drink from the 5th Quandrant
video game: He really likes Tennis on the Wii
place: The TARDIS 
ice cream flavour:  Mint Chocolate

Have you…

had sex: Yes
had sex in public: No
gotten pregnant: No (Maybe in a female form)
kissed a boy: Yes
kissed a girl: Yes
gotten tattoos: Not in this current regeneration
gotten piercings: Not in this current regeneration
smoked or drank: Never and I don’t like alcohol much, doesn’t taste right
had a broken heart: Both and always
been in love: Yes…
needed surgery: No
stayed up for more than 24 hours:  Yes, I rarely sleep

Are you…

a virgin: No
a cuddler: Yes
a kisser: Yes
scared easily: No
jealous easily: Yes
trustworthy: Rule one, the Doctor lies
dominate: No
submissive: No
in love: Declined to answer 
single: Yes
in a relationship: Yes
considered mean: Depends who’s asked

Random questions.

have you harmed yourself:  No
thought of suicide:  Yes
attempted suicide:  No
killed someone:  My own people and many more
wanted to kill someone:  No
who did you kiss last: Unsure
last text: Clara too my mobile
drove a car:  Yes
have/had a job: Yes
favourite soda/pop:  As long as there is plenty of fizz
do drugs: No

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The Doctor sighed, “Not true.” He muttered out in a whisper but didn’t push the conversation. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed and wondered how he could prove to her that she was important and important to him.

When she was to awake a vase full of sunflowers would be the first thing her eyes met and the Doctor was to be sitting in the seat where she had turned her back on him. His eyes glued to the floor with his face in his hands as he waited.

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It’s 5am and I should sleep. Will reply once awake. xx

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