tracy/gordo: u think anything is forgivable if u wait long enough

tracy/karen: men ain’t shit

deke/marge: you’re straight

molly/patty: your gaydar is immaculate

dani/clay: u think dani is very undervalued as a character and she deserves better (and u are right)

molly/wayne: u want what they have and it bothers u that u can’t have it

karen/ed: nuclear family go brr according to your parents

margo/sergei: ur one of those people who watches bad guys on tv manipulate the good guys and goes “that’s hot, do that to me”

ed/gordo: bromance but without the b

pam/ellen: you’ve been queerbaited like a million times and ur just so happy they’re kissing on ur screen... u would do anything for them

- a reverse prompt starter for nina that’s half done

- 3x kiss prompts for radiotech robin (affectionately known as rr)

- replies for oz, clara & annabeth

WAS     SHE    SUPPOSED      TO     FEEL      BAD     ?  clara cannot help the slightest tinge of sadness, however, and it is the other’s expression that makes it so. 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ? the doctor sounded just like margo madison did at one point — with this whole idea that she was a person that they met from another life, how she died in that life, and meeting her again was just as painful as losing her. margo’s face is all but a FOGGY MEMORY.

𝐘𝐄𝐓, 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑. she really looks at her and attempts to recall at least something of the sort— just to give her ease. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. though her face is familiar: it is one of longing to have someone back— clara could hardly tell who that someone was. her lips part, but no sound comes out. for once, oswald is speechless. she looks between the two doctors, but they couldn’t aid in a situation like this. then, she looks at margo — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 ! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 !

“     i don’t. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.    ”

understanding     dawns     slowly ,     and     with     it     a     COLDNESS ;     self     preservation ,     the     need     to     create     distance ,     close     her     off     from     this     moment     by     force .     her     chest     constricts     and     she     breaks     her     gaze ,     staring     instead     at     a     spot     on     the     wall     behind     clara .     

the     truth     had     been     in     front     of     her     for     some     time ,     but     the     words     in     clara’s     voice ,     in     the     voice     of     a     ghost ,     make     it     impossible     to     ignore .     her     face     becomes     𝐀     𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘     𝐈𝐍     𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ,     a     pale     lack     of     emotion .     she     picks     at     the     fraying     hem     of     her     blouse .

“     no     ──     i’m     sorry .     just     ──     please     just     forget     i     said     anything .     i     must     have     mistaken     you     for     someone     else .     ”