Calliope Pond

Pregnant || Open

“Do you want to avoid seeing me as well, then? Because I honestly don’t know what else to do at this point!” Calliope snapped. “No, you know what? I do know. I can’t keep a secret like that from Dad. He loves you so much, and if you don’t care about him enough to be honest with him …” She trailed off. “If you don’t tell Dad about the baby, I’m going to.”

“Calliope!” River exclaimed. “Don’t you dare tell your father. I will tell him,” she told the girl before mumbling-“If I see him before I have the baby.”  

"Mum, please. Please just go find him and tell him. I'll go with you, if you want me to. I want to be on your side, but I can't if you're lying and hiding."

Pregnant || Open

“Easy, I avoid seeing him.:

"Do you want to avoid seeing me as well, then? Because I honestly don't know what else to do at this point!" Calliope snapped. "No, you know what? I do know. I can't keep a secret like that from Dad. He loves you so much, and if you don't care about him enough to be honest with him ..." She trailed off. "If you don't tell Dad about the baby, I'm going to."

Pregnant || Open

“I’m sure it’s not your father’s, I haven’t seen him in months.”

"Oh it's quite a thrill I must admit," She said with a smile. "Well I found that vase and the broach over there." She said pointing. "Now that day does bring back memories."

"Did you really?" She smiled, walking towards them. "They're beautiful. Do tell me about it, please."

“I don’t understand why! People don’t love mistakes. They erase them. They try to pretend they never happened. But they certainly don’t love them.” Calliope let her mother keep her arm around her, but she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Ill go find stay with my mum and dad” she said

“Yeah. Make sure they know what happened to you, otherwise you might just as well be here.” Her voice sounded quiet, not soft, but like a music box dying down and cracking like old paint. She still heard the voices from her dream in her mind.

River wraped her arms back around her daughter

“It’s hard not to believe things, when you hear them often enough, even when it’s just in your head.” Calliope relaxed into her mother’s arms, hugging her tightly to her. “Stay safe, yeah?” she whispered.

“Always”She whispered

Calliope smiled. “Good.” She kissed her mother on the cheek and stepped back.

“Go toyour father and let him known ill be with my parents” she said

"Of course." Calliope smiled. "Give them a hug for me, yeah?" She picked up her bag, long abandoned on the cool stone floor, and searched for her vortex manipulator.

I am obligated to reblog this on the grounds that it is insanely annoying and I want it.

oh my god. i cannot stop laughing 

oh my god they’re really cute and i;m laughing so hard

i found a way to make my headache worse

They make me want to stick nails into my ears and I can't stop laughing and I want one.

there are these bloggers that i find really awesome and cool but they already have their set of really close online friends so i just look at them from the dashboard and silently wish they’d talk to me first so maybe we can be friends

“Did you really?” Calliope smiled at the woman. “That’s amazing. I’ve never been here before, but you have some really fascinating things.” She suddenly put a name to the face next to her - that familiarity of her face, it was from the author’s photo from a book on…

“Oh no dear it’s fine quite a pleasure actually, it’s not often I get praised nor is it often that people want to know of my work, ask away.”

"Oh, good," Calliope said, relieved. "What things did you find that are here? I can't imagine what it would be like to dig something up and realise that nobody has set eyes on it for thousands of years."

“I don’t understand why! People don’t love mistakes. They erase them. They try to pretend they never happened. But they certainly don’t love them.” Calliope let her mother keep her arm around her, but she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Ill go find stay with my mum and dad” she said

“Yeah. Make sure they know what happened to you, otherwise you might just as well be here.” Her voice sounded quiet, not soft, but like a music box dying down and cracking like old paint. She still heard the voices from her dream in her mind.

River wraped her arms back around her daughter

“It’s hard not to believe things, when you hear them often enough, even when it’s just in your head.” Calliope relaxed into her mother’s arms, hugging her tightly to her. “Stay safe, yeah?” she whispered.

“Always”She whispered

Calliope smiled. "Good." She kissed her mother on the cheek and stepped back.

I've got a feeling that GIF of Wilf is gonna get a lot of mileage the next six months...

Well shit, now i have to go all the way back up to reblog it…

Actually, kind of made me feel better about myself

oh my god i had to do that too^^

repostrepostrepost. I love you all so much <3

is that a drawing of Alex gaskarth because that’s what I thought

“Did you really?” Calliope smiled at the woman. “That’s amazing. I’ve never been here before, but you have some really fascinating things.” She suddenly put a name to the face next to her - that familiarity of her face, it was from the author’s photo from a book on…

“Don’t you know me? Well … I…

Stetsons Are Cool: Open to any new followers because I have lost count. (Oops.)

“Really?” Calliope asked softly. She relaxed into her father’s arms, resting her head on his tweed jacket. After a moment, she stepped back. “Thank you.” Somehow, when her father said things, she couldn’t help believing it. She was glad to make him proud. “I wished you were there, though. You’d have known what to do. I was only brave because I didn’t know what else I could have done.”

“I don’t understand why! People don’t love mistakes. They erase them. They try to pretend they never happened. But they certainly don’t love them.” Calliope let her mother keep her arm around her, but she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Ill go find stay with my mum and dad” she said

“Yeah. Make sure they know what happened to you, otherwise you might just as well be here.” Her voice sounded quiet, not soft, but like a music box dying down and cracking like old paint. She still heard the voices from her dream in her mind.

River wraped her arms back around her daughter

"It's hard not to believe things, when you hear them often enough, even when it's just in your head." Calliope relaxed into her mother's arms, hugging her tightly to her. "Stay safe, yeah?" she whispered.

"Did you really?" Calliope smiled at the woman. "That's amazing. I've never been here before, but you have some really fascinating things." She suddenly put a name to the face next to her - that familiarity of her face, it was from the author's photo from a book on archaeology. "Are you Dr. Mottershead? My mother's an archaeologist, and she said that your work is the foundation on which future Egyptology will be built." Calliope was also fairly sure her mother had fooled an army of Romans by wearing a replica of a headdress that Dr. Mottershead had discovered, but she wasn't about to say that.