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June 30th, 2012
murderousreprisal:

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issybird:

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bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:



Imagine coming across this one day. 
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this. 
Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)



But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”



that story put me in tears…..

Or a sad storyA hike through the wilderness. It’s not something one does casually anymore. We’ve come to fear what lies within the trees, the bareness of humanities impact on the world. Unarmed and untrained to face a creature if they chose to attack. Not immune to the pain of stings and the poisons of plants. But today was different. Today you were weary, and, upon the poor choice of camping with friends or family, you decided you needed a break, and detached yourself from the noise and crackling of burning wood, glaring towards the tall tents, wishing you were in the confines, safety of your room homing your computer and pointless necessities that kept you in check day after day.However, you soon came to realize that the sporadic drive for an adventure was an ill idea, as your new shoes, that were not meant for the wilderness, would catch onto the thickest of wines that wrapped around the earth, untrailed due to the bare touch of man. You would wobble and balance, curse and sigh as your feet would occasionally trip, as your legs, -bare or covered-, would snag on thorns and webs. At times you would spit at the feeling of a bug resting at your lips, and swat at your ears at the sound of their buzzing, flying too close for comfort.A small smile of victory came to your lips as you looked up from the messy grounds, spotting a wide clearing ahead, where you would, no doubt, sit and rest for a moment, your limbs aching, frustration growing. And the distance from camp was rather far now- so best rest.However, as you made your way to the clearing, face towards the sky as your eyes scanned the tall trees in awe, you decided to venture a but further, your attention skyward. You couldn’t tell if it was getting dark because of the setting sun or the leaves enclosing like a blanket, high above the ground.A rather disruptive sound broke your ease, the sound of an animal you couldn’t quite place, and you instantly grew nervous. If it were to encounter you or find you as its meal, you would have no say in it. The urge to run away crept along your chest, fingers trembling lightly as you slowly turned away, back towards the path you came from, eyes scanning the area for the creature. And as they did, they caught something, far off in the distance, wrapped in vines along its bottom, but still clear as it leaned against a tree- as if to support itself.The sounds of the animal, that now more sounded like a bird, cried out again, and your eyes looked away from the object and towards the sky, searching for the hungry creature as you slowly turned towards the thing that caught your interests far in the distance.The woods were a variety of greens, browns, reds, yellow. But nothing was blue. And this blue, though faded in some areas, stood out despite the moss and stone, dirt and leaves.Your feet slowly made its way towards it, and slowly, you came to realize that not only was it man made, but it was something you would have never dreamed of seeing.Immediately, as you closed in, your feet quickening to a near jog, you knew what it was. The infamous blue police box, the TARDIS, a ship meant to travel through time and space in the guise of a 1950’s phone booth.A fascinated smile spread your lips, but curiosity set itself on your furrowed brows. But why was it here? How was it here? Who built it and decided to place it in the middle of nowhere? In the woods no less, in an area where man hardly ventured.Slowly, as you approached it, your hand reached out, as if afraid to brush its fingers onto the back of a spider or dangerous plants. It was old. It had been here for some time now.The wood wasn’t chipping, which was an amazing thing in itself, but nature was slowly eating at it. It had been here for some time, and the fan who made it was not responsible for its abandoned appearance. Though sad and yet beautiful that it was now in this uncaring for state, you still found it amazing that anyone would do such a thing, and praised its artist.As if though mimicking those in the show you avidly enjoyed, you encircled it as much as you could, eyes scanning up and down, before reaching its face- the doors shut, the amazing craftsmanship noted in every curve and addition- such as the sign that read instructions as to how to operate a police box.But, as your fingers traced the doors surface, you remembered that these were common long ago, and perhaps it was a genuine police box, not a TARDIS made by a fan.But still, why was it here? Judging by the way it looked, it must have been ten to fifteen years of not being spotted, touched, tended. Your action, as a result of your curious subconscious, didn’t seem to find the answers to those questions important in the least, as they wrapped around the doors small handle. But you hesitated.Because in opening those door, misfortune waited.You would face the insides of a small box, you knew this. And yet, you so eagerly wanted to step inside, and see a large console room.Sighing, you rested your head on the doors surface, eyes closing as you slowly retreated, unable to take the reality of such a thing never existing. But, ever so slightly, they parted as the sound of soft whirring caught your ear.
It sounded as if though it came from a long distance. Lifting your head, your searched the surrounding, angling your head to try to catch the direction from which the sound came. And you came to realize that, as each ear face the doors when you turned your head, the sound would get louder, and you could almost hear the sound of a large metallic ‘ting’.You looked back towards the door, almost daringly so, eyes wide.The sound was coming from inside. And surely, at the state that this box was in, the realistic sound effects where not available in its creations time.Not only that, but it was the familiar sound of a TARDIS in desperate need, a cry for attention as it slowly died. The sound of its occurring failure.Immediately, thinking yourself insane and delusional, you gripped the handle and shoved the doors open, the sound of them hitting against their hinges loud as they echoed, you nearly stumbling inside.Your eyes stayed towards the ground as your hands reached out, feet slowly tangling as you managed to stay upright.You were not expecting that. Not this much space-Your heart pounding, eyes slowly lifted from the shinning ground as you looked around the dark room, barely lit from the centerpieces wiring below its glass ground.This had to be a dream. A cruel yet wonderful dream. Slowly, as you approached, you reached for the railing, taking the steps to reach the control paneling.“Hello?” You called out. Hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion, you tried again. “Hello? Doctor?” That felt weird. You never thoughts you’d say something along those lines.But as your head turned expectantly, no one answered. You remained silent for a moment longer, waiting to see if it was a delay response that would come- but when nothing, not even a sound came to interrupt the near silence, you looked back towards the console controls, than up towards the pulsing light of its long tall center piece, the sound of its death still loud and echoing.As if with hope, you remained there, sitting on the ground of the console room, waiting for anyone to come, until you woke from this dream.It wasn’t until you woke on the glass ground that you realized that not only did you doze off and wake in a mass state of confusion as to where you were, but that you were still in the TARDIS.A smile came to your lips upon realizing that this was, in fact, reality. But it slowly faded. “Doctor?” You tried again, and, like the last time, you waited before trying again. But nothing came.And alone you waited, another day, despite your hunger and discomfort, and the haunting sounds of a dying TARDIS.But no one came.  (cutting this off here, gotta go :\ - by a-timelord-consultant) 


murderousreprisal:

sorryforpartyreichen:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

Imagine coming across this one day. 

On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.

Turning around the bend and seeing this. 

Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart

this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)

or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud

or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)

But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then

click

The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.

When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…

You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.

Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”

You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.

The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”

He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.

“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”

You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

that story put me in tears…..

Or a sad story
A hike through the wilderness. It’s not something one does casually anymore. We’ve come to fear what lies within the trees, the bareness of humanities impact on the world. Unarmed and untrained to face a creature if they chose to attack. Not immune to the pain of stings and the poisons of plants. 
But today was different. Today you were weary, and, upon the poor choice of camping with friends or family, you decided you needed a break, and detached yourself from the noise and crackling of burning wood, glaring towards the tall tents, wishing you were in the confines, safety of your room homing your computer and pointless necessities that kept you in check day after day.
However, you soon came to realize that the sporadic drive for an adventure was an ill idea, as your new shoes, that were not meant for the wilderness, would catch onto the thickest of wines that wrapped around the earth, untrailed due to the bare touch of man. 
You would wobble and balance, curse and sigh as your feet would occasionally trip, as your legs, -bare or covered-, would snag on thorns and webs. At times you would spit at the feeling of a bug resting at your lips, and swat at your ears at the sound of their buzzing, flying too close for comfort.
A small smile of victory came to your lips as you looked up from the messy grounds, spotting a wide clearing ahead, where you would, no doubt, sit and rest for a moment, your limbs aching, frustration growing. And the distance from camp was rather far now- so best rest.
However, as you made your way to the clearing, face towards the sky as your eyes scanned the tall trees in awe, you decided to venture a but further, your attention skyward. You couldn’t tell if it was getting dark because of the setting sun or the leaves enclosing like a blanket, high above the ground.
A rather disruptive sound broke your ease, the sound of an animal you couldn’t quite place, and you instantly grew nervous. If it were to encounter you or find you as its meal, you would have no say in it. 
The urge to run away crept along your chest, fingers trembling lightly as you slowly turned away, back towards the path you came from, eyes scanning the area for the creature. And as they did, they caught something, far off in the distance, wrapped in vines along its bottom, but still clear as it leaned against a tree- as if to support itself.
The sounds of the animal, that now more sounded like a bird, cried out again, and your eyes looked away from the object and towards the sky, searching for the hungry creature as you slowly turned towards the thing that caught your interests far in the distance.
The woods were a variety of greens, browns, reds, yellow. But nothing was blue. And this blue, though faded in some areas, stood out despite the moss and stone, dirt and leaves.
Your feet slowly made its way towards it, and slowly, you came to realize that not only was it man made, but it was something you would have never dreamed of seeing.
Immediately, as you closed in, your feet quickening to a near jog, you knew what it was. The infamous blue police box, the TARDIS, a ship meant to travel through time and space in the guise of a 1950’s phone booth.
A fascinated smile spread your lips, but curiosity set itself on your furrowed brows. 
But why was it here? How was it here? Who built it and decided to place it in the middle of nowhere? In the woods no less, in an area where man hardly ventured.
Slowly, as you approached it, your hand reached out, as if afraid to brush its fingers onto the back of a spider or dangerous plants. 
It was old. It had been here for some time now.
The wood wasn’t chipping, which was an amazing thing in itself, but nature was slowly eating at it. It had been here for some time, and the fan who made it was not responsible for its abandoned appearance. 
Though sad and yet beautiful that it was now in this uncaring for state, you still found it amazing that anyone would do such a thing, and praised its artist.
As if though mimicking those in the show you avidly enjoyed, you encircled it as much as you could, eyes scanning up and down, before reaching its face- the doors shut, the amazing craftsmanship noted in every curve and addition- such as the sign that read instructions as to how to operate a police box.
But, as your fingers traced the doors surface, you remembered that these were common long ago, and perhaps it was a genuine police box, not a TARDIS made by a fan.
But still, why was it here? Judging by the way it looked, it must have been ten to fifteen years of not being spotted, touched, tended. 
Your action, as a result of your curious subconscious, didn’t seem to find the answers to those questions important in the least, as they wrapped around the doors small handle. 
But you hesitated.
Because in opening those door, misfortune waited.
You would face the insides of a small box, you knew this. And yet, you so eagerly wanted to step inside, and see a large console room.
Sighing, you rested your head on the doors surface, eyes closing as you slowly retreated, unable to take the reality of such a thing never existing. 
But, ever so slightly, they parted as the sound of soft whirring caught your ear.

It sounded as if though it came from a long distance. Lifting your head, your searched the surrounding, angling your head to try to catch the direction from which the sound came. And you came to realize that, as each ear face the doors when you turned your head, the sound would get louder, and you could almost hear the sound of a large metallic ‘ting’.
You looked back towards the door, almost daringly so, eyes wide.
The sound was coming from inside. And surely, at the state that this box was in, the realistic sound effects where not available in its creations time.
Not only that, but it was the familiar sound of a TARDIS in desperate need, a cry for attention as it slowly died. The sound of its occurring failure.
Immediately, thinking yourself insane and delusional, you gripped the handle and shoved the doors open, the sound of them hitting against their hinges loud as they echoed, you nearly stumbling inside.
Your eyes stayed towards the ground as your hands reached out, feet slowly tangling as you managed to stay upright.
You were not expecting that. Not this much space-
Your heart pounding, eyes slowly lifted from the shinning ground as you looked around the dark room, barely lit from the centerpieces wiring below its glass ground.
This had to be a dream. A cruel yet wonderful dream. 
Slowly, as you approached, you reached for the railing, taking the steps to reach the control paneling.
“Hello?” You called out. Hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion, you tried again. “Hello? Doctor?” That felt weird. You never thoughts you’d say something along those lines.
But as your head turned expectantly, no one answered. You remained silent for a moment longer, waiting to see if it was a delay response that would come- but when nothing, not even a sound came to interrupt the near silence, you looked back towards the console controls, than up towards the pulsing light of its long tall center piece, the sound of its death still loud and echoing.
As if with hope, you remained there, sitting on the ground of the console room, waiting for anyone to come, until you woke from this dream.
It wasn’t until you woke on the glass ground that you realized that not only did you doze off and wake in a mass state of confusion as to where you were, but that you were still in the TARDIS.
A smile came to your lips upon realizing that this was, in fact, reality. But it slowly faded. “Doctor?” You tried again, and, like the last time, you waited before trying again. But nothing came.
And alone you waited, another day, despite your hunger and discomfort, and the haunting sounds of a dying TARDIS.
But no one came.  
(cutting this off here, gotta go :\ - by a-timelord-consultant) 

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