Tag: regenerations

doctamastacanon:

осуждай меня, если хочешь,
я безмерно устала от боли,
и мне просто хотелось услышать слова любви..

найди меня, освободи меня,
мои мысли – стая обезумевших птиц.
пойми меня, обними меня
и больше не давай смотреть мне вниз.

queencfevil:

masterfulxrhythm:

A resounding snort. 

       “Which one?  About five different faces have produced memorable
        eyebrows with a life of their own.”  

“Well, you are quite right about that.  But even though his dandy version brings me very fond memories, I must say the grumpy Scottish owl one.”

The Master laughs uncommonly softly; it’s a pained laugh, and the grimace of his features makes that plain.

      “And here I was thinking about the Estuary Englishman with the 
       porcupine hair. We all have our first Doctors, now don’t we, sis?” 

       “Bollocks. Now I’m all glum and dull.”  

queencfevil:

masterfulxrhythm:

       “I love that giiiiirl, wanna talk to her, she’s hot. As. Helllll.” 

“Oh, I know you do. I do as well.” She kept spinning. “But my grumpy chops. They have such a personality, you know –the eyebrows.”

A resounding snort. 

       “Which one?  About five different faces have produced memorable
        eyebrows with a life of their own.”  

queencfevil:

She just played the same note in a four-beats tempo.

Again
and again,
and again,
and again.

He sits down, without preamble, and begins to play a harmony to those four beats. 

Again
and again
and again
and as many times as it takes
for her to realize she is not alone
in this particular brand of suffering.