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run doctor run

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I’m a doctor. I’m a time lord. I’m from the planet Gallifrey on the constellation of Kasterborous. I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t wanna fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid phone box? That’s weird.

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ETOILES RUNNING INTO FOOLISHS ROOM IS MY NEW FAVORITE BIT THIS IS SO FUNNYYY

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So Cucurucho the bear, Mr. Bunny the rabbit, and Mr. Duck the bird….. where have I seen thi- wait…. no, it can’t be….

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Being the change I want to see in the world by making more doctor who memes

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Hippity-Hoppity Crowley

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david tennant's acting choices in utopia haunt me

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#Sick and twisted that Aziraphale immediately grabbed Crowley

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Aziraphale's favorite color is yellow

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*after aziraphale left them alone in the bookshop for five minutes*

Crowley: *to the tune of the final countdown* ITS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

Y/N: *off-key kazoo playing*

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He frew up

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Listen - I don't give a fuck if you prefer Batim more than Batdr or Batdr more than Batim

I don't give a fuck about your opinion on this game or character

Reblog it if you are actually still in Bendy fandom or at least remember being in it

I need to know how many of us are left in the world...

Edit: YOOO WE GET TO 1000

YESS

BENDY FANDOM (or people who just like it) - RISE!!!

Another edit: 2000???

Where were you hiding all this time???

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Time Lords get Sick too

Clara Oswald x Time Lord!Reader

Summary: Being a Time Lord, Y/n didn’t tend to sleep, so when their girlfriend, Clara, finds them in their room on the TARDIS fast asleep she worries.

Third person, they/them pronouns, 11th Doctor makes an appearance

Fluff.

Clara woke up on her own, this morning. That never happened. Mornings on the TARDIS usually began with her partner, Y/N, waking her up by jumping on her and attacking her with kisses.

But not this morning.

Clara went looking for Y/N, confused and concerned about why this morning was different. She found them in their room, curled up in a pile of blankets, fast asleep. At first, Clara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but quickly that smile faded when she saw the sweat on Y/N’s brow and the troubled look on their face, like they were having bad dreams.

She went up to them, brushing some hair away from their face, and immediately she noticed how warm they felt. She had placed her hand on their forehead and Y/N jolted awake at the sensation of Clara’s cold skin.

“Shh shh,” she brushed her fingers through their hair. “It’s okay, it’s only me.”

“Clara?” Y/N questioned as they came to their senses. “What happened?”

Clara smiled empathetically. “You didn’t wake me up today. I came to find you,” she explained. “You’re burning up, Y/N/N.” She frowned, still running her fingers through their hair.

“Oh, am I?” They said confused, their brain still very clearly not fully awake. Clara frowned, and placed a loving kiss to their forehead. Y/N shivered pulling the blankets tighter around themself.

“Y/N/N, I think you might be sick,” she said softly. “I’m gonna go get the Doctor, stay here, okay?” Y/N just closed their eyes, and Clara knew they weren’t going anywhere at the moment.

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A few minutes later, Clara came back with the Doctor. He kneeled down, next to Y/N and felt their forehead, waking them up again, as they had quickly fallen back to sleep since.

“Hey, hey you,” he cooed. “You’re in one hell of state.”

“Still not as bad as you, mate,” Y/N poked fun, making the Doctor chuckle quietly. Then he took out his screwdriver and did a quick scan. “So what’s the diagnosis, Doc?”

He looked at his screwdriver and read it’s results. “Ah, I thought as much.”

“What? What is it?” Clara wondered, a faint bit of worry in her voice. She’d never seen Y/N sleep before, and clearly they were sick. She didn’t know how bad it was, but the Doctor didn’t seem so worried, which eased her nerves a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Clara,” he turned to her with a smile. “It’s just a rough bit of Noctis Fever, essentially a time lord’s flu.” He tossed his screwdriver once in the air, and put it back in jacket. “Plenty of rest, and they’ll be back on their feet in no time.”

Clara smiled, sighing in relief at the news. “Oh, that’s a relief. I don’t know why, I didn’t realize time lords could get sick.”

“Of course we can,” the Doctor scoffed at the idea. “We’re not gods, Clara.” Then he smiled and gave Clara a pat on the head, before leaving the room. She sat down besides Y/N, and resumed stroking their hair as before. Y/N smiled at the contact, but still was shivering.

“Your hand is cold,” they said, quietly. Clara let out a soft breath of a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, tucking them into their blankets. “How about this, I’m going to go make you the classic, human remedy to all sicknesses, a nice warm bowl of soup. How does that sound?”

Y/N smiled, loving Clara even more in this moment. “That sounds nice,” they nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” Clara smiled again, and left for the kitchens.

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i cant stop gigglinf at this oh how far fit has come