Long time I haven’t been in this blog. I feel guilty and really sad because I abandoned my brightest muse. Of all the muses I write, Eleventh was the only one who truly made me happy.And I really, really hope I can get back here but I’m scared no one remembers me. But hey——it is my fault because I left everyone here.
*hugs the muse* sorry bby i let you down, come back to me bby
*sobbing^i promisse i’ll watch the last episodes and we’ll run together again
okay bby? pls don’t cry
this is all I want in life
but what happens if i write a fictional character’s name
what happens if i write two fictional characters’ names
what if i write my otp
This is cool but why doesn’t Eleven get a monster??
yesterday me and another girl were explaining that most americans don’t have kettles in their kitchens to a british woman who runs a tea shop and she said “well how do you make your tea, then?” and the other girl admitted that she mostly uses the microwave and the woman clutched her hand over her heart and sat down in shock
Barbarians.Is this actually true because that is honestly shocking
im from Australia and that is shocking to me.
A shocked face painted the Doctor’s face, that was one of many voices from his past he could never be able to forget in his long and old life. Turning his head to Susan, his eyes wide opened in surprise. This was a real messed up twist of events this man wouldn’t ever expected to see.
"Susan?" He gasped, inspecting her trying to find out if this was a hallucination.
it’s called the tardis. it can travel anywhere in time and space. and it’s mine.