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i miss twelve.

chipsandcoffee:

The viewers who checked out on Twelve because he was “mean” just didn’t get this.

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anyways new tags 

_{did i come back solely to redo my tags?}

_mayhaps

soulmemes:

“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ”  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

a wonderfully patient and creative nonnie asked for a list of prompts based on interactions between two good friends in the aftermath of a trauma that happens to one of them, and i’m nothing if not a sucker for angst and deeply emotional connections! so here we go! i’m hoping these will be up to the nonnie’s expectations! have a wonderful day, my lovelies, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST !!

• “ i really hate seeing you like this… “
• “ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… whatever you want, right? “
• “ please say something… anything. even if it’s telling me to shut up and leave you alone… just say something. “
• “ i really miss you, you know. “
• “ i’m here. you got that? i don’t care if you never say anything to me ever again. i don’t care. i’m not going away, and i’m not going to stop being here for you, no matter how long you glare at me or ignore me or pretend that you’re okay. because i know you’re not. i know. “
  
• “ talk to me. i don’t care what we talk about. it doesn’t have to be anything big. we don’t need to talk about whatever happened to you, not unless you want to. i just… just talk to me, will you? “
  
• “ you know, i talk to a lot of people every single day. i hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff; i hear it all. and the only voice i really wanna listen to is yours, you know? even when you’re driving me crazy. so come on. please… just drive me crazy again? “
  
• “ …seriously? no come-back? no witty retort? no… sarcastic shot at me? come on, i… i know we never ask these things, but, honestly, i’m worried about you. what’s going on? “
  
• “ penny for your thoughts? hell. a dollar? ten? fifty? my whole life-savings? damn, at this rate i’d give away everything i own just to hear your voice again. “
  
• “ this is like, the ninth voicemail i’ve left, and i know you hate voicemails, so i’m thinking this might be the one that pisses you off enough to pick up the phone and talk to me. because despite the number of times i’ve told you to shut up, i’m actually begging you to say something, now. weird how things work out, isn’t it? anyway. pick up your freaking phone, moron. please. “
  
• “ will you please talk to me? please? “
  
• “ i have exhausted every single topic that i can think of to get you to open your mouth and say something to me. all of them. you leave me no choice… how are you? “
  
• “ listen, we’re all really worried about you. okay? and we wanna help you, but we don’t know how. so how about you write us a note, or something? maybe just, open the door, huh? i just wanna know that you’re okay. “
  
• “ you’re not alone, you know. you’ve got people who love you. who care about you. you’ve got me. and i’m not going anywhere. “
  
• “ look, i don’t know what happened to you. and i don’t need you to tell me, okay? i don’t… i just want you to know that i’m here. i got you. no matter what. and if you need some space, then… then i can leave. just tell me what you need, okay? “
  
• “ i don’t need you to say anything. you don’t even need to open the door. i’m just gonna slide this paper under the door, okay? you tell me what you want for dinner, and i’ll bring it up. “
  
• “ i’m sending you on a list of therapists and group support meetings in the area, okay? you don’t have to go, but… promise me you’ll take a look at the list, right? “
  
• “ listen, i know you gave me a copy of your key for emergencies, and this feels like an emergency, but… if the silent treatment is part of you trying to get some space, then i don’t wanna intrude. you know? so just text me if that’s what this is, and i’ll leave you alone. “
• “ i know, i know. you asked me to leave you alone. but that was two weeks ago, okay? and i haven’t heard from you. you aren’t answering my texts, you aren’t even reading them. nobody’s seen or heard from you, and… and now i just want to know that you’re okay. so please, open your door, and let me make sure that you’re safe, will you? “

                                                          _{❝      i’ve  got  you  !   ❞  the  words  are  an  attempt  to  be  comforting  ,  but  instead  perhaps  comes  off  as  patronising  as  he  YANKED  the  space  helmet  off  of  clara’s  head  &&  tossed  it  to  one  side  .   as  she  took  a  massive  gulp  of  air  ,  the  Doctor  leaned  in  front  of  her  to  asses  where  her  vitals  were  .  slightly  enlarged  pupils  , &&  red  cheeks  that  had  been  STRUGGLING  for  a  little  longer  than  he  perhaps  would  have  liked  .  the  TARDIS  was  still  settling  behind  him  ,  having  not  liked  being  pushed  too  hard  too  quickly  in  several  different  directions  .  time  was  never  an  issue  ,  except  when  it  came  to  her  .  watching  as  she  took  in  deep  gulps  of  oxygen  ,  the  Doctor  LAXED  his  shoulders  .  ❝   you’re  okay  —-  you  did  well  .  get  your  breath  back  ,  ❞  he  told  her  .  striding  over  towards  the  console  he  looked  at  the  screen  in  front  of  him  ,  reading  the  calculations  .  ❝  we’re  not  out  of  the  WOODS  yet  ,  but  we  can  rest  for  a  minute  .  ❞  he  offered  .  || @venturousheart​      ||  starter call}

_{im in the process of dying my hair atm. so, im gonna start slowly working on starters that i owe people. hope everyone is having a great day!}

windviator:

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