11. a massage from my character
Things had been rocky lately, River thought, with the aftermath of the drama the anons had caused and the frankly terrible weather and a whole myriad of other things, and while she herself was doing a fairly good job of hiding it when she was having a bad day (which was happening more often than she’d like, honestly) Clara seemed particularly down today, more tense than usual. She walked with heavy steps, because she’d startled Clara so often this way and was reluctant to do so again, as she slunk up behind the smaller woman. She wrapped her arms around her waist and bowed her head to kiss the top of the other’s, smiling. “I was thinking… I’ve been doing a fairly terrible job of spoiling you rotten lately. What would you say to a night in? You know, drinks, dinner, some TLC…”
Happy birthday to John and Alex!
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Screw writing ‘strong’ women. Write characters who are people. [x]
Happy birthday to John Barrowman and Alex Kingston, our own Captain Jack Harkness and Professor River Song!
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"Not a wise man, but a trickster, a goblin. A man soaked in the blood of many."
“Ah. So you’re in a funk, is what you’re saying? Why do I always end up dealing with the grouchy ones?” She has a feeling he’s not just in a funk, and perhaps she shouldn’t be so flippant, but she can’t help winding him up a little - what can she say? She’s bored.
"Where are we, then, what traumatic experience have you been through that’s convinced you it’s time to give up? Because I can think of a few."
[[updated the theme on my about page if anyone cares!! bc the best way to breathe new life into a blog is to make it pretty amirite]]
"I’m not sure I am, though, River Song. I’m not the same man I was."
"Then exactly what man are you?"
nowtheresaspoilerforyou|| Hogwarts AU: Look at the stars
Rory contemplated her words for a moment, thinking about a few of his friends, maybe one in particular, before looking at River and smiling weakly. “I hope so. I don’t think I know of anyone who would want to go…”
"No?" She nibbles a bit on the end of her wand - a terrible habit, one she’d been reprimanded for countless times, but nothing had gone wrong yet, so where was the harm? "Oh well. Let’s do it then - tonight at ten, in the entrance hall. Alright?"
"Wicked!" She stopped running, turning to throw the cans. They exploded in front of their pursuers, slowing them down long enough for her to start running again. Dorothy noticed the device on River’s wrist, interest piqued even further. "You’ve got the manipulator, you call the shots." She chuckled. "And the name’s Dorothy McShane, good to meet you River Song."
The explosions had her ears ringing, but she was laughing, delighted and exhilarated and just a little terrified all at once - oh, she had missed this. Perhaps she ought to raise some hell more often. She slowed her pace so the younger girl could catch up to her again - it gave her just enough time to finish the coordinates, set for London. “My thoughts exactly.” They were nearing the exit now, just a few more seconds and they’d be able to zap right off this godforsaken planet. Her grin widened - that name was definitely familiar. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, honey. Here.” She seized one of Dorothy’s hands and pulled her along the last few steps, and with a crack and a fizzle, the manipulator went off and River tugged the other into the vortex just as the building behind them collapsed into flames.
theshadowofgallifrey started following you
"Well, hello sweetie! You are just the man I was looking for, believe it or not.”