I’m dying.
Tag: amy pond
And as the floods move in
And your body starts to sink
I was the last thing on your mind
I know you better than you think
Cause it’s simple darling, I gave you a warning
Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces
So watch them fall with you, in slow motion…
11: “Everyone gets stuck somewhere eventually.”
River got stuck in the f-ING LIBRARY
AMY AND RORY got stuck in f-ing New York
NO. Just.. NO.
I made a thing. Things are cool.
Works great as a FaceBook cover photo. Feel free to use as such.
“There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.”
On the top of my bookcase (which is 185cm high), I have a collection of fandom-related items. These are a few of them. Rory is usually standing next to 11 in 10’s clothes, leaning against the side of the TARDIS. In front of him are three sonic screwdrivers in different sizes. Today I found Rory on the floor ~1 meter from the bookcase. Nothing else has moved. The sonic screwdrivers, TARDIS and other figures are still standing/laying exactly where they have always been. So: HOW THE HELL DID RORY END UP ON THE FLOOR?!
EDIT: Oh, and I live alone. No one has been here (except for me) in months!
I’m not sure what madness is striking the power of three but SOMEONE PROTECT RORY’S HEAD BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!
RORY’S HEAD?! WHAT ABOUT RIVER’S!? I WOULD DIE.
But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.
I walked away from the last great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I’ve walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. I have lost things you’ll never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze.
