i have no clue what you're talking about. ⠀the tenth doctor (@archestypes) for martha jones.
(1962, liverpool.) ⠀" really, doctor? " she grins, hands resting on the console of the tardis. " i reckon you're worried i'm going to choose tourin' with the band over you. " she teases, eyes bright, expression laden with fervid curiosity. " any of the other girls you've travelled with ever do that? " SHE DOESN'T THINK SHE COULD. LEAVE HIM FOR SOMEONE ELSE. AT LEAST, NOT NOW. NOT HERE. SHE HOPES HE CAN'T SEE IT IN HER EYES.
she begins walking backwards, heading for the door. " well. come on, then, " she extends a hand, waiting for him to take it. " the beatles won't dance for themselves. "














