weird day today. someone drop cute au ideas in my inbox while i sleep.
okAY BUT IMAGINE MUSE A BEING TALLER THAN MUSE B AND THEY TAKE SHOWERS TOGETHER AND MUSE B WANTS TO WASH MUSE A'S HAIR, BUT MUSE B CAN’T FUCKING REACH AND MUSE A PICKS UP THE LITTLE SHORTY BY THEIR THIGHS AND MUSE B WRAPS THEIR LEGS AROUND MUSE A'S WAIST, AND WASHES THEIR HAIR AND KISSES THEM UNDER THE RUNNING WATER GETTING THE SHAMPOO ON BOTH OF THE M AND THEY GIGGLE A LOT I'M acTUALLY CRYING AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS.
"Why not?" he asked, with a high voice and trembling lip. "Why shouldn’t I? You can’t die because of me. You don’t deserve that."
His guilt overwhelmed him for a moment, and he ducked his head while sobs tore out of his body. “It can’t end this way. It shouldn’t end this way.”
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"Isn’t it strange? When we came to Storybrooke, everyone got a new name, completely opposite of what they had. But I went from John to James, and the curse just threw a ‘Doctor’ in front of it. Maybe that’s my own personal curse: I get a boring name wherever I go."
John Smith was walking down the street, hand-in-hand with Princess Clara. In the Enchanted Forest, this would be impossible. But here in Storybrooke, they were equals. If not for the twenty-eight years that separated them both, he’d almost be thankful. In this town in Maine, they could be together.
"Still, ‘Doctor’ can never hold a candle to ‘Princess’."
The Doctor started crying, but he didn’t even notice. No, no, she should have made me better. I shouldn’t have done this. She’s too good.
"No, no, River. Please. Please, I’m sorry! Oh, universe, I’m sorry." He pulled her into his lap, trying to soothe her and steady her until something happened. Did he have enough regeneration energy to save her? It might be a long shot, but he’d give it to her in a second.
"Don’t speak, okay? Save your strength. You’ll need it for what I’m going to do."
Possibly the cutest expression I’ve ever seen on a man over fifty.
Possibly the cutest expression I’ve seen on ANYONE.
i was arguing with my (antigay) dad about gay rights and at the end i was like “i totally crushed u tbh i countered every argument you had” and he was like “but did you change my viewpoint tho” and i was like “i can lead a horse to water but i cant make it stare its reflection in the face and realize its an ass”
"River, River, please," he begged, pressing the cloth further even though the logical part of him told him it was futile. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Never again, I promise. Just stay alive so I can make it up to you."
Whatever evil he’d wrought upon River, however badly he ever treated her, he couldn’t lose her. Call him despicable, awful, undeserving, and cruel, and he’d agree.
"Just stay alive so you can decide your own future. Please. I beg you. Stay alive for your second chance, okay?"
FACT: if you call danny pink “the next mickey smith” samuel anderson and noel clarke will appear in your room and slap you with a box of macaroni
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Clara smiled when he folded her into his arms and wrapped his arms back around him. She looked up at the Doctor, studying him. He looked different in a way. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her Storybrooke memories, or her Enchanted Forest memories.
While she did remember the Queen’s curse the idea was still really forming in her mind. The way they had gotten her how her own mind had been jumbled with these memories. She knew that she could clear away the fake memories if she wanted to. She could create a spell that would clear them from both their minds, but as she remembered the wonderful rush of magic, she could feel a hole here in this world. She couldn’t access her magic. It felt just close enough to touch, but it wasn’t quite there.
"I’ve missed you. Even though I didn’t really know it until now." She told him as she finally pulled away. "I can’t believe it’s really been twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight years knowing of each other, but never really getting anywhere." She frowned thinking about all the time The Evil Queen had taken away from them. Though at least the years currently didn’t show. Still the idea of being stuck in such a frozen state without knowing for so long made her blood boil, and keeping her from her magic made her even more angry.
"I can’t believe she would do this to us." She murmured to herself her hands turning into fists. She looked back at The Doctor and expression softened. She thought of the vast supply of memories of both versions of him, some more favorable than others. "It’s been such a long time."
"I missed you, too. I missed you so much." His heartache came through in his voice. Twenty-eight years without really knowing they had passed. Nearly three decades of knowing and not knowing. But it was okay now, wasn’t it? To them, almost no time had passed. It would be like they always knew.
He frowned when he saw her anger come through, and his hands rose to cup her face. He always thought she looked too lovely to ever be angry.
"It’s okay, darling," he said. "The important thing is that we’re back together, right? We’re both back the way we should be, and so is the town. It’s all right."
He kissed her forehead. “We have so much catching up to do. We can go eat at Granny’s, or head to my place or yours—or we can look for old friends. Heaven know where they all are.”