- This is Clara. She’s not my assistant; she’s some other word.
- I’m his carer.
but aren’t these the same garden??….?
Twelve in Deep Breath
Well written fanfics about your otp:
Your otp doing cute fluffy things:
Your otp having rough sex:
"What if you were really old and really kind and alone—your whole race dead, no future. What could you do then?
If you were that old and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.”