“River… I’ve been a stupid old woman… I can’t pick death over you…”
“When you wake up, I’ll be there, with you… I’ll be in the Library with you…”
"You promise? You’re going to come stay with me? My sweetie with me in my Library."
(I cant be alone there. I just… DONT DO THAT.)
((I can’t stop her. I’ve tried. Its either kill herself by canceling the regeneration process or become the Valeyard long before she’s meant to… She loves River, but she… She is honestly believing she’s not her Doctor… She’s not a madman in a box! She’s a madwoman is breaking over and over again and I can’t help her!))
(Please, please don’t leave her to an eternity in the Library without the woman she loves. Don’t you dare.)
Why are there even notes on this? Blimey, do not reblog this! You shouldn’t have to do this for me, I always come back in one piece.
River and I just watched the Finale and we are not doing so well…
We’re sitting sobbing over my dash on my personal.
I actually cannot function and the fact the Moff made her say goodbye has killed me.
We’ll be back soon. When we find a loophole and recover.
As some of you know I totally broke my finger last week. See post here!
But I went to the Doctor’s and well it was not a good diagnosis. Essentially my tendon ruptured and is sitting in the wrong place not helping my finger move and things like that.
So I am going to be getting surgery to fix my finger. So I will be in a full hand cast for 3 months. This includes my time in London. Which sucks but I’d like to get back to using my finger and playing piano.
I’m not gunna lie I’m pretty scared. But hey it needs to be fixed.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. I have my River Song diary and I am instructing my mother to place it on my bed side table for when I wake up. I win the world.
Anyway I hope to be back on with you soon my tumblr pretties. <3
Reblog for my personal. Just thought I’d let you guys know! <3
dweek sounds like gleek and i am in no need for us to be in any way shape or form to be like them
Popping off for the night. Things to do, essays to write, doctors to see :)
like if i owe! Replies on the ‘morrow!
River laughed and then smiled. “Well things happen. We are good at finding trouble… or vice versa.” River hugged Aria. “Well at least you can handle yourself. It’s also good to know I have a gorgeous daughter. The gene is on mums side I swear.”
Aria laughed and hugged her mother back tightly, shaking her head slightly as she pulled away. “Jeez, poor Granddad! You and Nan really don’t cut him any slack do you? And to think I ever wondered why he looked so surprised when I didn’t fight with him growing up. Now I get it, you two are brutal,” she said good naturedly. “Oh, speaking of Nan and Granddad I was ordered to tell you ‘Melody, make sure to take good care of everyone and don’t blow up the Universe’ or something like that,” she said, imitating Amy’s voice. “They both send their love and crazy amounts of food. I mean…seriously. The amount of food Nan sends home with me whenever I go to visit is ridiculous. She’s started baking. It’s not going well.”
River shook her head and laughed. “Oh god she bakes now? Mum why. I told her ages ago when she was making Rory a birthday cake she shouldn’t bake. She doesn’t have the patience, which is ironic.” River just continued to chuckle. “Honestly Mum…” River turned focused her attention on her daughter. “So Aria the real question is, do you take after mum or dad.” River smirked. Oh she hoped she took after her and went to school that would just slay The Doctor.
“See something you like?” River noticed her eyeing the Victorian Era. “You can try it on if you want. How about…” River searched through the racks carefully. “Red, Blue or Purple Clara?”
“Purple,” Clara said automatically, barely glancing at the red dress and the blue dress. Though her eyes were on the purple one, images flashed through her mind of her as a barmaid in a red dress, and then as a governess in a blue dress - all Victorian era clothing.
"Here," River Said handing her the dress. "I think it will look perfect on you." River liked this one. It wasn’t like having mum and dad but it was a friend. She was certainly scared but she was clever. Still, there was something different.