ooc: I’m not dead yet!
I’m going to try and come back this week. If anyone would like to get in contact with Donna, my ask box is the best place. >< life’s been horrible, as usual.
ooc: won’t be on tumblr, but I’ll be on AIM if anyone wants to chat. I’ve missed you all dearly since my life’s been turned upside down and I have less ability to communicate
OOC: Sorry about the lack of Donna you guys…
I currently have no internet, computer, or phone until probably Sunday. I’m putting this up to let everyone know that I’m still here, I still love you, and I am in NO WAY abandoning this account or anything. I love my inner Donna with all my heart, so I can’t just leave her :3
Anyway, I’ll be back Sunday.
ooc: gnite
((time to put my luxurious ginger hair and manly man bod to bed. See you all tomorrow!))
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“Oh I don’t know. I’ve never been to New York City, you know. Although I guess if I’m with someone who’s got a time machine, I shouldn’t be saying places I could just travel to on my own.” She thought for a moment. “It’s always a surprise when I’m in the TARDIS. I don’t want to push it on you for you to decide, but wouldn’t that be more fun?”
“New York?” He wondered aloud, starting to carry the case towards the TARDIS. He hadn’t exactly been proud to do it, but he had set the machine’s circuits to mimic a police box, only so Donna could recognize it easily. “I dunno, I think it’d be fun. If we went at the right time, anyway.” He grinned over his shoulder at her. “Which sounds more interesting, past or future?”
Donna had to think. Past NYC sounded a bit like a boring history film. “Future New York City doesn’t have mutant centipede people or anything does it?” She could probably handle Daleks, Cybermen, and Sontarans all at once, but centipede people were OUT OF THE QUESTION. She followed John to the TARDIS and smiled. The blue color of the police box filled her mind with incredible memories.
“Do you like living in here, still? Or would you rather have a house to stay in?”
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John stretched his arms as he exited his TARDIS. It was odd, coming back to Chiswick after so long. Still, he’d promised Donna he’d take her on a trip and he meant it. Although, he hoped he’d got the date right. Or would the first of January be too early? Ah well, it’d make a funny conversation if it was. He put his hands in his pockets, and managed to find the old house easily, thanks to his memories. His hand went to the door and he knocked, looking through the glass of the door for a sign of anyone in the house.
Donna opened the door and smiled. “John!” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside. “It’s a good thing Gramps isn’t here. Don’t know how I’d explain you.” She handed him a large pink suitcase. “Here. Put this in the TARDIS.” She looked at John and grinned. “And don’t worry, you dunce. I’m not bringing so many hats this time.”
John stumbled in after her. “Oh yeah… He doesn’t know about me, does he?” He gave a vague pout at the idea of not seeing him, but shrugged it off. His attention drifted to the suitcase, and he smirked. “Learned your lesson about that, did you?” He said and picked it up. “Still, less backache for me. Did you think of place you wanted to see yet?”
“Oh I don’t know. I’ve never been to New York City, you know. Although I guess if I’m with someone who’s got a time machine, I shouldn’t be saying places I could just travel to on my own.” She thought for a moment. “It’s always a surprise when I’m in the TARDIS. I don’t want to push it on you for you to decide, but wouldn’t that be more fun?”
Apparently everything I do as a man just turns out gay.
Put a “Honey, I’m home!” in my ask and I’ll answer with head-canons of our imaginary marriage and or relationship.
(Source: fun-size-fanatic, via weeklyworldnews)
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John stretched his arms as he exited his TARDIS. It was odd, coming back to Chiswick after so long. Still, he’d promised Donna he’d take her on a trip and he meant it. Although, he hoped he’d got the date right. Or would the first of January be too early? Ah well, it’d make a funny conversation if it was. He put his hands in his pockets, and managed to find the old house easily, thanks to his memories. His hand went to the door and he knocked, looking through the glass of the door for a sign of anyone in the house.
Donna opened the door and smiled. “John!” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside. “It’s a good thing Gramps isn’t here. Don’t know how I’d explain you.” She handed him a large pink suitcase. “Here. Put this in the TARDIS.” She looked at John and grinned. “And don’t worry, you dunce. I’m not bringing so many hats this time. I am a man currently. Don’t have any men’s hats, do I?”
(Source: tuxedomask3, via over-coat)
