|There is no need to thank me for the llamas. |
I usually give llamas to people who fav, comment or watch my works or to people who I think that are amazing and deserve it.
So... giving a llama is my way of thanking people for being so awesome to me, because I really don't have time to thank to each of them. :/
DreamsI see things in my dreams
Horrible the can't be unseen
The things that will happen times to come
But for now I won't tell anyone
Is it time for an adventure? - Chapter OneClara Oswald was bored. It was as simple as that. Lately, they haven't been on too many adventures because the Doctor was paranoid that the baby would get hurt. But Clara wasn't that type of person. She didn't want to stay in the TARDIS constantly, she wanted to go on an adventure!
The Doctor, on the otherhand, was happy. He was keeping Clara safe, so nothing would happen to her or the baby. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to them, if - he pushed the thought aside. He didn't want to think about it. But apart from that, he was generally in a good mood. And that's why today, he put on his happy bowtie. (Yes, the Doctor doesn't just have one bowtie, he has loads!) It was one of his favourites. It was black with yellow smiley faces on it. He didn't care whether it was ridiculous or not, he liked it.
"Doctor, I'm bored! Can't we go somewhere?"
The Doctor looked up from the console. "I just think that's a bad idea."
Clara sighed. "Why? Is it...because of the baby?" The Do
and her words were limitlessthere was a slow sort of rising in her chest whenever she spoke, something that told her these particular words would be deep. philosophical. have some sort of thoughtful meaning behind them, a curious thought taken from the head of a girl who never stopped thinking.
with every word, the world would listen with wide white eyes and quivering lips, moved by that subtle beauty in each sound she made, each echo that bounced from shoal grey building to building. she often spoke in the center of the city where crowds of sloppily dressed people would gather and watch with bated breath until her pale pink lips would crease gently and she would speak. it was a sound no one could clearly describe; the descriptions were too vastly different to come up with a tangible response.
her words were the sound of icicles turning into rain at the cusp of spring, or the last breath of a one-eyed soldier, or the moon itself as it descended into its black lake with a faint aurora.
her words became less freque
EmptyI've filled my heart with things I cannot have.
I've filled my head with thoughts not fit for the world's ears.
I've filled my stomach with toxic waste, burning holes.
I've covered my body with transparent sheets, revealing everything.
I've filled my heart with hatred for humankind.
I've filled my head with meaningless words that pollute my brain.
I've filled my stomach with anxiety, draining my energy.
I've covered my body with glass, ready to shatter.
I've filled myself with all these things,
Without ever really filling it.
It was all for nothing.
All these things.
Silver Reign Eternal
I rule the Other. I rule the night.
I rule the Darkness with my light.
I rule the tides of the sea.
I rule the parts that others don't see.
I am Heaven's mirror, reflecting all.
I am the Silver Siren, born to enthrall.
I am an Eternal. I am constantly ever changing.
I am young and old. I am waxing and waning.
The Untainted ChildThere is a crooked swing
Hung from a crooked tree
By a little crooked road
In a big crooked city.
And a little girl as straight
As a raven's feathered wing
Sits in that little crooked swing
Hung from that crooked tree
And sings a song of things to come,
Of things for you and me.