#tenfoldrage

@tenfoldrage ran to do this as soon as i could . also have that time i drew him dying in a glue trap

i’ve been in a trash mood lately, so to bring myself out of it, i’m sending out love and positivity to the amazing people i write with and interact with every single day. i have so many talented and incredible people that i write with, so i’m going to do shoutouts to people that especially brighten my day.

this shoutout goes to @tenfoldrage !

not every day he wanders into tardis to find the inside completely different than he'd expected . and not every day you see another tardis with a different man inside . @tenfoldrage stands by the console with the same ease the doctor does , but rory was observant enough to know he was clearly in the wrong place . " oh ! sorry , mate . wrong. . . wrong police box. " said with a dry chuckle before he's turning on his heels and wandering back out of the door . he'd have to tell the doctor about this . another man with a tardis? that can't be good .

starter call . still accepting !

if  she  ever  told  larry,  he  might  call  her  obsessed,  out  of  her  mind,  so  she  keeps  it  to  herself.  their  relationship  precarious  enough  as  is  since  she  ended  things  about  a  year  and  a  half  ago.  they've  been  dancing  around  each  other  in  the  shop  since  then,  awkward  smiles  in  the  aisles  before  larry  will  find  an  excuse  to  pop  into  the  back  or,  by  some  merciful  force,  a  customer  finds  their  way  into  the  shop  and  requires  sally's  assistance. 

it's  a  quiet  day  -  as  are  most  days  in  a  used  book  and  dvd  shop  -  and  yet  it's  unsually  quiet,  in  a  way  that  she  can't  quite  place.  (  she's  felt  no  need  to  check  the  binder  at  all  )  there  is  something  in  the  air  ...  as  if  the  atoms  shifted,  the  humidity  changed,  and  all  of  a  sudden  you  feel  that  something's  about  to  happen.  something's  just  around  the  corner  ...

the  stack  of  dvd's  she's  about  to  shelve  clatter  to  the  floor  -  she  doesn't  need  to  turn  her  head  to  confirm  the  source  of  the  peculiar  wheezing  noise  that  bleeds  through  whatever  song's  playing  through  the  speakers ,  she'd  recognise  it  anywhere.  in  an  instant  she's  back  in  the  wester  drumlins  basement,  holding  on  to  larry  for  dear  life,  convinced  that  the  next  time  she  opens  her  eyes  it'll  be  during  the  reign  of  queen  vic. 

sally  doesn't  dare  blink  -  ha  !  -  as  she  steps  over  the  pile  of  dvd's,  a  little  bell  above  the  door  indicating  her  leaving  the  shop.  sure  enough  -  there  they  are.  for  a  second  she  simply  narrows  her  eyes,  unsure  whether  to  be  happy  or  worried.  a  tug  at  her  lips,  she  settles  on  a  smile  shortly  after.

 "  well.  hello.  "  voice  barely  above  a  breath  "  long  time  no  see,  doctor.  "

. ❝ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 .... of course .... you've come for the cadaver. ❞ A mournfulness hung in her tone, as if she were saying goodbye to the oldest of friends. In truth she had only known the deceased for a few short hours .... and they had been face up in the dirt for all of that time. But what adventures the family had had with their newfound friend in that short time, playing wake the dead, enjoying the stale air of the graveyard on a cool autumn evening, basking in the glow of the moonlight. Memories. ❝ ..... the children will be inconsolable. ❞

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