#koscchei

     The Doctor silently laments that they can never meet over tea or a nice scone in a lovely time period where all HELL isn’t breaking loose. One day, perhaps, in some distant future on some distant planet when they’ve both BURNED through another handful of lives and the universe is crumbling away at the seams. 

      One day.

     For now, though, it feels as if they’re on opposite ends of a battlefield. Not literally as the room is quite nice and she’s a mere few feet from him, but the no-man’s land between them makes her cautious, hesitant. She’s far too aware of what the Time Lord across from her is capable of. She doesn’t back down, but neither does the Doctor get ANY closer than what she must.

        “You’re not supposed to be here. I’ve enough problems without your nonsense to add.”

[yahoo answers search] woman is hate her own son?

this is gonna be more involved than you probably bargained for lol

so in the comics, matt and elektra met in law school, and they loved each other. that’s all there is to their core dynamic: once upon a time, they fell in love. the word “euphoric” has been used. the tragedy of their relationship isn’t that they’re ~dark and edgy, but that they were separated when elektra’s father was assassinated, and she left. she didn’t train with the chaste or join the hand, intending to infiltrate them, until after. the next time they met, they were on opposite sides, but they had never stopped loving each other. not really. they were soulmates in love and now they’re star-crossed, but they know they could have worked if things had just been a little different.

i love it. a lot.

and i am.........steamed.................. that the mcu writers decided that wasn’t a good enough love story.

     “-----STOP IGNORING ME.”

It’s a half yell, half order that comes out; she’s TRACKED him to this planet, this TIME and PLACE, and Theta is struggling to keep up with him in the heavy underbrush.

                 She overheard them         speaking to one another but waited until the other man had left to approach    ---------    the round-faced blond was unquestionably more in control of the conversational topic. Clara wasn’t even sure she heard the other mention having problems with the internet to begin with. A thought,  of course,  that would only occur to her in hindsight.

                    ❝     Sorry.  I’m having a lot of internet problems myself actually. Desperate enough to get advice anywhere I can.   ----------   What were you saying would help?     ❞  

your first impression of me vs your current impression of me.

i leave to get more cider and you’ve already broadcasted my shame to the nation