so, thing goes like this: guen likes to write, antonella likes to make graphics, guen sucks at making graphics and antonella sucks at writing! so we decided we're cool and awesome enough to make a tumblr together because why the hell not anyway, right? and we'll post... random... stuff. wow that was clear! whatever, you know, like fan castings and headcanons of stuff we watch/read and drabbles with graphics and blabla... you get the idea, right? right.

i guess you could request something? if you wanted to? maybe yeah, why not, i mean as long as we're like ~into the fandom you're requesting, you know. yeah idek, maybe someday this ~description bar will be less confusing and more, well... descriptive, but meanwhile just go with it

also, we're not normal people those pictures are just proof that we're not but this is tumblr who the hell is normal here anyway


companions in the tardis

“Are you sure you didn’t land on a Sunday?” Rory asked looking around.   “Of course I didn’t! Sundays are boring!” “Looks pretty Sunday-ish to me…” “I never land on sundays!” “Shut up both of you” said Amy coming out of the TARDIS “It was a message of someone crying for help, someone saying they were trapped, maybe they’re trapped on this sunday?” “Is not sunday! Nothing interesting happens on sundays, and this is definetly something interesting!” “Okay, why don’t we ask what day it is and then you sonic some things and we go some place fun?” Amy suggested looking around for someone to ask about the date.   “Oh ‘sonic things and then go some place fun’, because everything is always so simple with The Doctor…” Rory mumbled while doing the same as Amy “What about her?” He said looking at a red haired lady walking alone down the streets “Excuse me ma’am! May I-” The Doctor grabed him by his arm and Rory stopped to face him. He wasn’t looking at him but at the woman, who didn’t even notice someone was calling her; he looked lost, overwhelmed by old memories, he looked sad.  “Doctor, what’s wrong?” “Not her. We can’t ask her.” “Who is her?” asked Amy looking at the woman. “Donna Noble, we used to travel together” “Then why can’t we talk to her? If she knows you maybe she noticed something…” offered Rory.   “No. She doesn’t know anything, she doesn’t even know me anymore. And I already hurt her enough.”

“Are you sure you didn’t land on a Sunday?” Rory asked looking around.  

“Of course I didn’t! Sundays are boring!”

“Looks pretty Sunday-ish to me…”

“I never land on sundays!”

“Shut up both of you” said Amy coming out of the TARDIS “It was a message of someone crying for help, someone saying they were trapped, maybe they’re trapped on this sunday?”

“Is not sunday! Nothing interesting happens on sundays, and this is definetly something interesting!”

“Okay, why don’t we ask what day it is and then you sonic some things and we go some place fun?” Amy suggested looking around for someone to ask about the date.  

“Oh ‘sonic things and then go some place fun’, because everything is always so simple with The Doctor…” Rory mumbled while doing the same as Amy “What about her?” He said looking at a red haired lady walking alone down the streets “Excuse me ma’am! May I-” The Doctor grabed him by his arm and Rory stopped to face him. He wasn’t looking at him but at the woman, who didn’t even notice someone was calling her; he looked lost, overwhelmed by old memories, he looked sad.  “Doctor, what’s wrong?”

“Not her. We can’t ask her.”

“Who is her?” asked Amy looking at the woman.

“Donna Noble, we used to travel together”

“Then why can’t we talk to her? If she knows you maybe she noticed something…” offered Rory.  

“No. She doesn’t know anything, she doesn’t even know me anymore. And I already hurt her enough.”