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PSA; I’m so sorry I really haven’t been around much here. This is a notice to say that I’ll be in and out for some time maybe doing the odd thing here and there, but activity is going to remain quite low for a bit. University is incredibly busy and to be honest I’ve already had some of the best weeks of my life so far, I’m a bit caught up in all the fun and my reading etc. I will aim to get back to this blog fairly soon, because it’s my baby (both my blogs are) and I miss people but I’m also trying to just make the most of this time. It’s seriously wonderful here, better than I anticipated, and I’m so much happier than I have been in ages. If anyone needs me or wants to chat my inbox/skype will always be available.

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madman-in-a-blue-box:


     There seemed to be a long time between Clara’s hand slipping from his cheek and the soft dipping of the couch as she sat next to him once more. Several hours maybe. Or minutes. He wasn’t really sure but either way it was too long.

      “Tired,” he murmured in response to her question, breathing still unsteady as his body ached and complained and shivered. “And a bit wet. Did I go swimming?”

       He didn’t think so.

       His free hand came up to tug through his hair, precariously close to dislodging the dressing.

       “I don’t remember what happened.”

       For a moment he couldn’t hide how distressed that idea - especially in his exhausted state - had him. Then he swallowed and sniffed, pulling everything back in again and hiding it away. Telling himself that it wasn’t fair on her. He not only craved her affection, he needed it, but it didn’t mean he had the right to put such pressures on her.

      No, not affection. Love. If he couldn’t be honest with himself by concussed then when would he manage it?

     “Go on, get yourself to bed,” he sniffed again. “I’ll be fine here. I’ll bring you a new sofa in the morning,”

 Clara’s chest tightened slightly as she felt his confusion and distress looming. Still didn’t know what had happened? She’d assumed it would have started to come back by now, and there was no way to hide how worried that made her but she smothered it back anyway. The Doctor had never seemed so small before.

She pulled his hand away from his hair, big but also quite limp between both of her own. Holding it to her lips instead, she kissed it softly with a silent message not to dismantle Ben’s work.

"It’s okay," she comforted, and now she was just incredibly protective, of him and of their carefully constructed balance and of how much she needed to be here as much as he needed her, “we can figure it out later. It’s not important now. You are.”

Clara eyed the pile of blankets and towels she had swathed him in. He still had his wet shirt and trousers on under all of that. Ignoring the instruction to get herself to bed (really did either of them expect that she would ever have followed it?), Clara nodded towards the Doctor.

"Get your clothes off," she instructed instead, rather directly, "you’ll feel warmer and my view will be vastly improved…” There was a hint at a smile with more of her usual flair.

"The last bit was a joke." Sort-of. “I’ll get my pillow while you do that, unless you need help?” Clara was fairly sure that he was exhausted and sodden enough for that not to seem like a strange offer.

But admittedly, when she’d returned from work earlier that night, she hadn’t thought she’d be offering to undress the Doctor a few hours later.

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madman-in-a-blue-box:


     “No, you’re talking nonsense,” the Doctor countered childishly between short breaths, voice unsteady as he shivered.

     He might have fallen into greater levels of petulance - or sheer stupidity by attempting to get up - but Clara’s hand on his cheek was the very definition of the magic touch. His very skin hurt, but the way her thumb brushed him cheek was the sweetest balm, soothing in an instant. Her stroking thumb all but made his eyes drift closed as he calmed.

     Oh yes, that was lovely.

     “I promised I’d take you anywhere. Even if there are northerners there.”

      He barely felt it as Ben began to apply the dressing to his forehead once more, entirely distracted by her touch, but the young nurse’s question was surprisingly distinct. As though he was meant to answer it. And very easy it was to answer too. The Doctor smiled, eyes still softly closed, his breathing calming to a gentle sigh.

     “Forever. She’s been there from the start even if I didn’t know it.”

      His eyes opened suddenly, looking at Clara with a feverish clarity.

      “No,” he corrected himself. “I knew. I always knew. My impossible girl.”

   She didn’t remind the Doctor that technically wherever they went there would be at least one northerner there. Funnily enough, the sentiment of his justification was just enough to make her smile fondly, as he visibly calmed. Her worrying was allowed to dim too, as his distress was no longer apparent. The pad of her thumb familiarising it’s well traced path across his skin.

Clara didn’t flinch at Ben’s question, she wasn’t really in a position to do so and ‘together’ was vague enough that she didn’t strictly need to correct him. At least, that had been her rationale; ‘together’ didn’t mean anything more than the literal definition. But, the pair of them, as they were, the Doctor’s gentle smile and answer, Clara’s soft eyes— begged to differ.

Then she was looking away, strangely embarrassed by the direct nature of the Time Lord’s stare. She couldn’t explain exactly why but she felt as though the heavy pang in her chest was far too much of a naive reaction. She couldn’t’ afford to be naive.

He was being affectionate, certainly, but he was also delirious and not always brilliant at not sounding romantic (even when he really wasn’t trying to be romantic at all). Their situation was challenging enough as it was, a few steps further and she’d be in deep trouble.

It was lucky that the Impossible Girl was rather good at keeping her feet on the ground.

"You’re all done mate," Ben said, effectively excusing Clara’s blush, "just take plenty of rest and change the dressing after a while." Her eyes flicked back upwards, letting her hand slip away from the Doctor’s cheek. She caught his hand to squeeze it reassuringly, and then made to stand and lead Ben out.

"—I’ll manage the door," the other man nodded dismissively. She thanked him then instead, and made a note to herself to bring him some wine/chocolates at a later date.

Upon hearing the front door click shut, she perched on the edge of the couch and glanced over the Time Lord.

"How are you feeling?"

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  Okay so tomorrow I’m moving out and into my first year halls of residence at my university. Obviously, it’s going to be difficult for me to be active for the first couple of weeks whilst I settle in and go through all the fresher’s week parties etc. I’ll be around a little tonight and undoubtedly I’ll be around to check in once a day or so. Especially if things feel a bit weird and new, it’s nice to be able to log on to tumblr and still see the same stuff.

This is just a warning that replies will not be regular and that I have no clue how being at uni will effect my posting until I’m settled anyway. I’ll just have to find a good balance once the proper workload kicks in. Anyway, I’m super excited because it’s going to be an adventure!!

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  Okay so tomorrow I’m moving out and into my first year halls of residence at my university. Obviously, it’s going to be difficult for me to be active for the first couple of weeks whilst I settle in and go through all the fresher’s week parties etc. I’ll be around a little tonight and undoubtedly I’ll be around to check in once a day or so. Especially if things feel a bit weird and new, it’s nice to be able to log on to tumblr and still see the same stuff.

This is just a warning that replies will not be regular and that I have no clue how being at uni will effect my posting until I’m settled anyway. I’ll just have to find a good balance once the proper workload kicks in. Anyway, I’m super excited because it’s going to be an adventure!!

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  Okay so tomorrow I’m moving out and into my first year halls of residence at my university. Obviously, it’s going to be difficult for me to be active for the first couple of weeks whilst I settle in and go through all the fresher’s week parties etc. I’ll be around a little tonight and undoubtedly I’ll be around to check in once a day or so. Especially if things feel a bit weird and new, it’s nice to be able to log on to tumblr and still see the same stuff.

This is just a warning that replies will not be regular and that I have no clue how being at uni will effect my posting until I’m settled anyway. I’ll just have to find a good balance once the proper workload kicks in. Anyway, I’m super excited because it’s going to be an adventure!!

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