#You know what I love about Vastra? #how ACCEPTING she is #even though she’s a far more advanced race #with psychic powers and unknown intelligence #she’s learned to love people and aliens for who they are and not for what they lack #instead of ignoring Clara or discounting her interest in what she assumed were advertisements #Vastra acknowledges Clara and engages her in conversation #she could have easily rolled her eyes or #changed the subject to something else #or just looked down on her because she COULD #but she doesn’t #she meets her on her level #and that’s what she did with Jenny #and Strax #and that’s how a rejected lizard woman found a family… #Vastra could have easily become a bitter reptilian for everything she had gone through #shunned #called deformed… #but instead #through her suffering #she chose empathy (via riveralwaysknew)
"When they made this particular hero, they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. They didn’t give him a tank or a warship or an X-Wing fighter, they gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray. They gave him two hearts. And that’s an extraordinary thing. There will never come a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor." - Steven Moffat
Clara Oswald always wondered how she knew the Doctor. She couldn’t explain the feeling, but it was as if she’d known him her whole life, well more like his whole life if that made any sort of sense. It was his eyes mostly, staring into them it was like staring into a tunnel through his past. As her days with the Doctor went on the feeling grew stronger, and she began to develop head aches. Clara thought nothing of it, until the aches began to pound in her head like it were an empty drum, starting out low at first until there came a day when Clara couldn’t even get out of bed. The drumming was deafening and soon engulfed her in it’s sound.
As she lied in bed it almost felt as if the drumming was calling her forward, like a force. The girl managed to stumble her way through the flat, tearing it apart until she stumbled upon a box. Clara had all but given up hope of her sanity until her hands felt the cool touch of the wooden box. The drumming became a pulse. One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four. Her hand cracked it open and suddenly the drumming stopped. As curious as it seemed, the girl’s small hands pulled a fob watch from the box’s felt insides. Her thumb brushed over the soft metal before turning it over. At first her eyes couldn’t make out the symbols but she soon recognized Gallifreyan. As if controled by another force her hands reached for the clasp opening the silver fob watch and changing her forever.
The light of time energy surrounded her filling the memories back into her head, from Gallifrey to Skaro she remembered it all, every face, every Dalek, every Doctor. The life of the Master returned, only with a different face. The light soon faded as the Master closed the fob watch setting it in her pocket. With a turn she noticed the flat that officially belonged to her looked like it had been ransacked, though she gave little care. Now that she remembered who she really was, she doubted she would linger on Earth much longer. However her thoughts were quickly irrupted when the all too familiar sound of the TARDIS sounded in her living room. A twisted smile pulled over her lips and quickly the woman gussied herself up in the mirror a moment before heading for her fellow Time Lord. Clara waited patiently as the ship became solid and for it’s doors to open. There was a creek of hinges and sure enough the friendly face of her foe was staring back at her.
☁- Our muses in a thunderstorm.
✿- Our muses in a garden.
♫- Our muses at a concert.
☏- One of the muses giving the other a prank call.
★- Our muses looking at the stars.
†- Our muses in a church.
☤- One of our muse’s is hurt.
❤- Our muses…