#becauseiamimpossible

i accidentally photoshopped adam sandlers face onto this scene and i blame abi for it all

i love you abi. i love our verse and the pain we give each other. skdjfljksdfl. thank you.

Tagging: everyone. if you want to do this, just do this and say i tagged you no problem B)

           ❝ COULD YOU STOP calling me ‘ike’?                   c’mon. it’s just two more syllables. i’m sure                   you’ll manage. ❞

There was nothing like coming back into the TARDIS after a death defying escape. Nothing like feeling death sneaking up on you, clawing at your insides. The Daleks were always terrifying, but –– but this time, he’d come so close to death that things had to be done, had to be finally said. He was still feeling sick from how close he had gotten to being destroyed in front of his friends, and how he hadn't––– –– – -- - CLARA. He had to tell Clara.  He had escaped to his room, the dozens of robot toys and figures he had gotten from dozens of different planets. He had more here than he did back at the flat he shared with Clara, where they were living job to job on the outside despite the fact they lived their real lives through their adventures with the Doctor.  There was just so much else to say to her than asking about rent and Netflix prescriptions. 

He looked at her, squinting to try and get a better picture other than a blur. “I can’t make any promises. ‘m sorry ‘bout that...”