#neverdonesavingyou

*HANDS CAKE*

THING

THATS FUCKING AMAZING

I KNOW RIGHT

AND THEY'RE ACTUALLY CUTE TOO

holy sHIT

If you send me “Rough” I’ll shuffle my playlist for the song that will play while my muse has sex with yours

Clara wanted to tell him not to be sad. He'd looked so sad when she'd first met him, even beneath the gruff veneer of a man who had turned his back on the world. Those big sad eyes weren't something he could easily hide though she suspected he actively tried to. 

His sadness seemed so wrong somehow, cloaking him like a shroud that should be drawn away.

"Doctor," she said gently, comforting, wishing she had the strength to reach for his hand. Even now her instinct was to look after others.

"It's all right."

And it was. Everyone was safe now.

Somehow, even in the fading light - real or just her dimming eyes, she wasn't sure - Clara caught the glint of something in her hand and her attention was captured. She hadn't even realised she'd been holding it; the pocket watch. She'd had it all her life, broken old thing that it was. She thought it'd come from her grandmother but it was hard to recall now.

"It's all right," she murmured again, thumb brushing the carved gold surface. It seemed important and yet not important at all.

What a funny thing to think about when you were dying.

first person to say “mine now” in the ask box owns me for 3 days