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bitch | lover child | mother sinner | saint

professor river song, archaeologist. currently residing in leadworth. don't be afraid to talk to me sometime, i don't bite. well, not hard.

((independent post-library river song rp blog. single-verse. slightly au.))

current status (m!a, plot, or otherwise): none



me as a parent

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important ship tropes:

  • fake dating
  • SECRET dating
  • being locked in a room or trapped in a small space
  • finishing each other’s sentences, KNOWING WHAT THE OTHER IS ABOUT TO SAY
  • tou chi NG!!!! FOr eheA DS!!!!!!11!!
  • wearing each other’s clothes
  • doing that thing where they accidentally get real close and, like, stare meaningfully at each other for a few seconds too long
  • channeling the inner romcom and having an epiphany about how much they care about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE
  • fucking. Now or Never Kiss
  • defending each other to scathing tertiary or otherwise minor characters but ONLY WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND
  • reincarnation or time loop or OOOOH TIME TRAVEL SCENARIOS
  • dramatically saving each other from certain death or barely surviving something that almost makes the other break down and just smirking wearily and mumbling flippant smartass remarks to HIDE THE DEPTH OF THEIR FEELINGS
  • undercover as lovers, the classic
  • ALMOST KISSING. like getting so close that they start to close their eyes and hold their breath and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart, that is MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY ACTUAL KISSING
  • casually sitting on each other’s laps during ensemble cast conversations or scenes
  • did i mention F AKE DATinG

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      River, who are you?

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posted 3 days ago with 756 notes
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       The next reply takes a few minutes to come in — but only because she really is busy with the cashier.

[ TEXT ] christ yes i called to you that i was heading out

[ TEXT ] what happened? are you okay? safe?

      She knows she shouldn’t be this anxious, she knows she’s being silly and overreacting, but she’s so on edge anyway that the next few minutes are nothing short of agony.

[text] well I must not have heard then. be louder next time.

[text] yes I’m okay I’m fine it’s nothing but I wanted to make sure you were alright, as ridiculous as it may sound. and the sooner you’re home the better.

posted 5 days ago with 1 note
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Anonymous inquired:

So, you know, have you been remembering to sleep with a nightlight on lately? Because I heard if you let them collect in the dark for too long the vashta nerada infestations get really bad, and then if they haven't eaten in a while... but you know, I'm no expert. But hey, where's your fiancee?

{It’s bullshit, absolute bullshit - she knows that in every rational portion of her rather sizeable brain, but cold hard logic doesn’t stop her breath catching in her throat, or her entire chest seizing up with fear. She needs that light if she wants to get a wink of sleep, but suddenly the thought that it’s making things worse, no matter how ridiculous, is downright terrifying - and where is Clara, anyway… ?}

{She pulls out her phone so fast, she’s surprised it doesn’t go flying right out of her fingers.}

      [text] hey are you there
      [text] clara
      [text] darling plea se answer your texts it has literally never been more

posted 5 days ago with 0 notes
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Anonymous inquired:

You know, it's always sad to see graves without flowers on them. Like Mr. Blackwood's, for example! Poor man.

{She’s not even going to dignify that with a response, though her behaviour says it all - her jaw tight, her shoulders tighter, her eyes gone steely the way they do when she’s angry or cruel or trying very hard to block her own emotions. It cuts deep, truly it does. It’s been a year and a half, and there are many worse things she’s done than this, many more murders both justified and not, but nothing eats her up inside like that night does.}

      {She resolves to buy him flowers, and mentally schedules in a trip to the cemetery
      this week, and pushes all thoughts of her old history teacher to the very back corner
      of her mind and carries on with the rest of her day, hearts sitting heavy with guilt in
      her chest.
         - -   Poor man.}

posted 5 days ago with 0 notes
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"You must not be looking very hard," the Doctor remarks as he leans in closer to get a better look at River’s face.


It does look like it hurts, especially her eye. “Mm. Maybe be a little more careful next time, or maybe don’t squash poor innocent spiders at all. Negotiate for them to pay some rent, even, but no need for scarf warfare. Anything I can get for you?”

"I don’t exactly seek out spiders, no," she grumbled. She removed the washcloth to give him a better look - there was no cut, no blood, but a vicious stinging all the same, and every time she tried to open her eye it teared up and hurt badly enough that she had to squeeze it shut again.

"Oh, never. They shouldn’t have been so stupid as to invade my home - and excuse me for not being able to speak spider, perhaps if you taught me that instead of Gallifreyan this wouldn’t have happened. I was just trying to get rid of the webs, they were too high up to reach. I thought I was being innovative.” Well, now she just feels like a fool. “I would never argue with a tea. And I don’t know what you have in those bigger-on-the-inside pockets of yours, but if you happened to have some of that anti-stinging cream from the Cacytor Bazaar, I’d be forever in your debt, though perhaps that’s too much to hope for.”

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[There can be no denying that River had been through a lot in her life - she’d been slapped and beaten and even whipped once or twice, but never in the face. And never with a scarf - and never by herself.]

[And what a sorry sight it is - she’s holding a damp washcloth to her cheek, and her eye is swollen shut, and she’s sporting a terrific red mark on her cheek and an even more terrific pout.]

❝ In two hundred years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an spider that big. 

   - -   At least, not indoors. 

[Massages her shoulders.]

[Oh, my.]

      [She lets out a low hum of pleasure and relaxes back into his touch, eyes closing.] That’s nice…

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