My Life In Fast-Forward

“Fear makes companions of us all”

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“I want another adventure”

#herleaf — an independent and selective ode to Clara Oswald as written by shannon (28, she/her, est)

“In the wrong hands…”

#herleaf -- an INDEPENDENT and SELECTIVE interpretation of the character CLARA OSWALD from Doctor Who. canon compliant and headcanon based, clara has been with me for over a decade so who knows what will happen.

AN ECHO FROM THE PAST -- RENEWED ONCE MORE -- established april 2013 as theleafwasmymums, regenerated july 2024 as herleaf. as loved always and forever by shannon (she/her, 25+)

#herleaf -- an INDEPENDENT and SELECTIVE interpretation of the character CLARA OSWALD from Doctor Who. canon compliant and headcanon based, clara has been with me for over a decade so who knows what will happen.

AN ECHO FROM THE PAST -- RENEWED ONCE MORE -- established april 2013 as theleafwasmymums, regenerated july 2024 as herleaf. as loved always and forever by shannon (she/her, 25+)

wait a minute, haven't i seen you before?

where you been keeping that gorgeous face of yours?

you're a writer, you said.

i said you could have my couch.

i haven't done anything.

no one ever leaves a star. that's what makes one a star.

i know your face.

you used to be big.

i am big. it's the pictures that got small.

i promise you i'll never desert you again.

you see... this is my life. it always will be. nothing else.

i'm ready for my close-up.

don't you sometimes hate yourself?

audiences don't know somebody sits down and writes a picture. they think the actors make it up as they go along.

funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

i didn't know you were planning a comeback.

i hate that word.

i'm sorry, [name], but i just didn't think it was any good.

i found it flat and trite.

oh, the old familiar story. you help a timid little soul cross a crowded street, she turns out to be a multimillionaire and leaves you all her money.

that's the trouble with you readers. you know all the plots.

we don't need two cars.

i'm not an executive, just a writer.

i'd always heard you had some talent.

that was last year. this year i'm trying to earn a living.

you heard him. i'm a star.

that wasn't good enough for them.

the stars are ageless, aren't they?

i want to speak to the coroner.

this is more important.

don't bother with a rewrite.

i've been hoping to run into you.

this whole place seemed to have been stricken with a kind of creeping paralysis... out of beat with the rest of the world, crumbling apart in slow motion.

i understand she was a terror to work with.

who've we got now? some nobodies!

where have you been keeping yourself?

i've got the most wonderful news for you.

sometimes it's interesting to see just how bad bad writing can be.

this is the day!

that's a lie! they still want me!

don't be silly.

i was going to give it to you at midnight.

what's the matter with you?

what right do you have to take me for granted?

do you want me to tell you?

has it ever occurred to you that i may have a life of my own?

i'm all wrong for you.

what you're trying to say is that you don't want me to love you. say it.

i had ten years of dramatic lessons, diction, dancing.

haven't they got any eyes?

i'll show them!

do you mind if i say a few words?

you don't know how much i've missed all of you.

you there! why are you so late?

why have you kept me waiting so long?

great stars have great pride!

may i say that you smell really special?

how old are you anyway?

if you need any help with the coffin, call me.

how long is a movie script these days?

there just aren't any faces like that anymore.

i just had to get out of there.

❛ can i ask... what happened? ❜

her voice trailed off as she realized she was trauma dumping to her friend, complaining about a boy in white pine bay and his family that have practically seemed to wipe her from their lives since she had to move overseas to be closer to her father's family. she was harping on people who she gave so much of her life and time to them, the energy was never balanced. it just sucks that she can't try to trick herself into thinking she was reading into her suspicions of that fact by being in their presence, forcing herself into their narratives.