soRRY NOT SORRY

I don’t think either of us is sorry

My roleplaying summed up.

embersstillburning:

100% sure im ugly as hell and yet I still expect to be in a relationship with a hot person

So. Music is back up on the blog again. Auto play is on, but the song that is set up to play first is really nice and quiet, so yeah.

SO MANY QUALITY BLOGS JUST FOLLOWED ME. WHAT DO I DO.

thewelshbitch:

His comment, Gwen just shook her head at him. “Big ego, babe.” Teasing him, scrunching her nose again and just couldn’t help about the comment. It was the way he was and she loved that. The personal moments they had before at Torchwood was always nice, but this was even better. Being his and he was hers, both earning the right to the tender moments that they were having. She hadn’t received such affection in so long, this just made her day — hell, even her year, maybe her entire life. “Nah, I like the stolen kisses, you adorable thief. and i’d like to think that I do, bein’ as hotheaded as I am and stubborn.” Sticking her tongue out at him just like a child.

He let out a small huff and pulled her closer to his chest, tucking his face in the crook of her neck before letting out a small chuckle. “But you love my big ego.” He mused in a teasing manner, words muffled slightly. He moved his head so his chin rested on her shoulder and his nose brushed against her jaw; surprisingly enough, he was content. “So you do like when I steal kisses, huh? Well, good. I didn’t plan on stopping even if you didn’t like it.” He grinned at her as she stuck her tongue out at him. “And you’re a big kid sometimes.”

[flips imaginary hair] My name is Donna Noble! I’m nothing special, but I’m as every bit as important as the time lords, THANK YOU.[parades around for a moment] WEDDING DRESSES DON’T HAVE POCKETS! Are you having me on; are we at Epcot? DON’T GET CLEVER IN LATIN!!! [snickers] You can hug me now. No really, you can hug me.

[pulls out glasses and puts them on before breaking out into a bad English accent] I’m the Doctor, just the Doctor. Doctor, Doctor, fun. [hums in thought] DONNNNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! JACK, STOP THAT!  [tries not to laugh] I’m burning up a sun just to say goodbye. DON’T TOUCH THAT. BLAH BLAH BLAH LOOPHOLE BLAH BLAH TIME STIPULATIONS BLAH BLAH BLAH I’M NO FUN I’M GONNA GO STROKE BITS OF THE TARDIS.