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STILL ANGRILY OBBING OKAY

SOBS ANGRILY AT YOU HOW DARE YOU MY FEELS A DEAD MAN'S LIFE GOD DAMN IT WE DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH BECAUSE THEY'RE GONNA SAVE HIM AND HE'S STILL DEAD TECHNICALLY DAMNIT /cries forever.

     She knew those big sad eyes all too well          that she knew when those eyes went down, everything else would too.          The  Doctor  had  answered  the phone with such a joyful air, too; he'd          greeted  the  other  with  an air of familiar nostalgia - "Ah, Captain Jack          Harkness, fancy hea--" -- but he'd never gotten the chance to end that          sentence. His eyebrows had furrowed and he started shaking his head,          giving  excuses  of  "No,  no,  no,  it's  more complicated than that. You          know         the         rules       as        well         as          I          do      and-- "

         HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE,  said  voice  at  the other end of the line          with  such  a  force that even she heard it. Hesitant, she approached the          Doctor  and  put a hand against his arm. The stranger wept on the other          end  of  the  line,  muttering  things  about  how he didn't deserve to die.          Not again. Not like this. Not alone. Please, Doc. Just this once. If not          for me,                                                                                          do it for him. 

         ( There was a beat of silence. She stood by his side, helpless but hoping. )

        Alright,  said  the  Doctor.  Alright,  I'll do it. Clara took his hand in hers and         looked  to   him.  Confusion  masked  her  eyes  but  she  dared  not  ask  in         matters  she knew he would resolve. Whatever this Jack was asking of him,         he  would  do  it.  And  it  would  be  alright, like the Doctor said it would be.         He'd  do  whatever  clever  thing he was thinking of and fix it. If he couldn't,         well  she  knew he would give his life trying. Right then, scared of what was         going  to  happen  next  but  not  once  did she waver nor let go of his hand,         she     only      looked     with     a    heart      that     trusted    far    too    much.

        "Are  you  sure?  I  could  always--  Okay. Okay. I won't. --I'll do it." Then he         hung  up  the  phone.  Clara  looked  at  the  Doctor, expectant but wordless,         and  he  squeezed  her  hand once. He looked at her for a second and smiled         before   he   was   off   pushing   buttons  and  toggling  toggles  once  again,         dancing  about  the  console  without  the  skip  in  his step. Focused is what         he  was  and  it  took  a  total  of  two  seconds  before curiosity overtook her         and she simply had to ask                                                                                        

     ❝ So what are we doing ?             Who was that? What's going on? What's the plan? ❞

I think I might be Ianto.

Im pagan

Im short. Only five feet tall.

I cosplay

My new sexuality is GDL’s hip thrust.