“He doesn’t like that she’s not from Gallifrey.

Because if she was—if she was one of his people, his species, if she was looking forward to centuries of breathing, running, laughing, centuries of new bodies, new faces, all of them ginger (how could Amy Pond ever be anything but ginger?)—if he could put his two hands against her chest and feel two hearts racing beneath his palms, look into her eyes and see the same spinning, burning history that spins and burns in his own memory, hold onto her waist in the dark and call her by a new name, a name that only he will ever know, he and no one else in the universe, in all the time that ever was…” (Objections, by saywheeeee)

medleypond:

au: amy and eleven’s wedding

She’d been running for so long — running from that dress hanging in the closet that she’d told Aunt Sharon looked like a cupcake, from the stupid parties no one had anything better to do than go to, from Leadworth and all its loathsome little gardens and scenic streets. 

And she knew, every time she watched him flip a lever, every flick of that floppy hair and cosmic five-year-old grin. When she found that velvety red box, the ring like a band of stars, the kind she might never visit but still have in her eyes — she knew.

She knew, with him, she could run forever.

nicetomeetyouimcliche:

*continues to ship otp even after one of them has died*

matt-kaz:

Full Body Shots + Eleven/Amy (asked by anon)

he always leaves you, doesn’t he?

I thought if you could hear me, I could hang on somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor.