The other night I asked you if you liked Oliver. I told you I don’t. I remember, but if you did…
"I worked very hard to get where I am now and it wasn’t so I can fetch you coffee!"
#but while you’re here look at those drawings behind amy #that’s amy trying to hold on #not just onto the concept of the doctor and all the things she’s seen #but to hold onto everything the way things looked the way things felt the way things defied the laws of her own imagination #you will never take her stories away from her #in the end that’s all she had and it had to be enough #amy pond is a storyteller bye #all those visions spilling out onto pages and pages and keeping them up so as not to forget a single detail #when her life kept getting snatched away from her when she had no choice but to go with the flow to wake up in another universe to have her #heart used as a weapon against her #the only thing to hold on to retain her sanity to retain her sense of self #she must clutch her stories and bring them back to life by herself #the way amy copes in every timeline is through stories #(lmao it’s how she copes in manhattan) (don’t even breathe in my direction) #good fucking bye
'I used to recite every single line from every single Mary Kate and Ashley movie ever made when I was like 2 or 3. I talked really really early and my parents would just throw me in front of the tv cause I would talk all the time.'
Christmas Stuff: Christmas Trees
A moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under her feet and snowflakes falling through the air. Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well. She looked back over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks; she could still see the open doorway of the wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out. (She had, of course, left the door open, for she knew that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a wardrobe.) It seemed to be still daylight there. “I can always get back if anything goes wrong,” thought Lucy. She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light.
Snow stood out to me in this scene. Her and Emma have never really discussed Emma giving Henry up. But hearing those same exact words come out of Henry’s mouth- the same words that came out of her mouth 28 years ago- it really hits her hard. She knows Emma’s pain. And the fact that Emma had to experience that same pain as her hurts her even more.
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