#Amelia day

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Amalia days family portrait <33

[fr0gg13b413]

LAVENDER REVERIE LIVIN’ IN MY MEMORY OH IM REMEMBERIN THINGS FEEL A FEELIN FINDIN ME ARCADE TOKEN ECSTASY READING ME YOUR POETRY EIGHTY WORDS ON HOW TO BREATHE IM RUNNIN RUNNIN MAPLE STREET MATCHA TEA LIVIN FOR THE MEMORY OH IM FORGETTING THINGS FEEL A FEELIN FLEEIN ME ARCHETYPE I GOTTA LEAVE THRIVIN IN THE IN-BETWEEN TEACH ME HOW HOWTO BREATHE IM RUNNIN RUNNIN RUNNIN. so don’t run too fast or you’ll fall, ain’t nothin ever hurt that never mattered at all

— therapist’s wet dream, amelia day

[soapcan18]

STREAM EASTWARD OF EDEN BY AMELIA DAY ITS VERY REMINISCENT OF THE OH HELLOS’ MUSIC AND IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND THE LYRICS ARE SOO PRETTY

[myobt]

Lovely Day

Amelia Day Continue reading Lovely Day

[wendybird017]

We watered our forest with fire and flood

And fed our own egos with our brothers' blood

We starved every ocean 'till they ate up our shores

Oh, Eastward of Eden, where we always want more

Our towers, they rose up and set with the sun

Our sermons, they burnt us with fiery tongue

We wrought our wings of metal, surprised when we fell

Oh, Eastward of Eden, where Heaven's a Hell

[ministarfruit]

ame ᵃᵐᵉ ame ame ame

[amelias-art]

"You were always different..."

happy 810nicle day!!! i tried to draw movie-style takua from memory, went to look up what he actually looked like, and decided i liked my version better LOL

[amelia-mariee]

please see fall guy if you have not. ryan gosling and emily blunt are both phenomenal (as always). it has explosions and romance and a dog that understands french and the song all too well and it really feels like a love letter to the stunt community and best of all, it’s a movie about the making of a movie, which i will eat up every time.

[explodingquails]

Sooo I heard there was some demand for more shartwolf

[baylardian-1]

"I've thought about having children, but I must say I never considered having them with you."

[epiclad]

The least depressing sendoff I could muster. Thanks for all the great memories, detective.

[genderqueerpond]

You know, I think Clara knew about Amy.

Not at first, of course, but Clara grew up with her --- that is, grew up reading Amelia Williams books. And they were precious to her, books she's read many times over the course of her childhood -- how else does she know exactly which chapter holds what in the book she gave Artie? Perhaps she has always felt connected to her, this moderately obscure children's fantasy author, following in the footsteps of E Nesbit; this contemporary (and sometime friend (oh yes!) ) of Edward Eager's; although not nearly as widely known as either of these. Perhaps because of her choice to publish openly under a "woman's name", thus, in the time in which she lived, relegating her books to the inferior realm of "girls' books", despite the more than equal balance of male viewpoint characters.

But Amelia Williams is different from these authors too -- often fantasy, but sometimes more like early science fiction, a barely- recognized pioneer in both genres. Her views were feminist and daring. In so many ways she was ahead of her time, and the innovations she imagined! almost as if she knew what the future would hold.

And if Clara knows and loves her books so well, she can hardly fail to recognize the most frequently repeated character archetype in them. especially after she rereads a few on a subconscious hunch, during that summer after the Maitlands found a permanent nanny and she insisted that before anything else, she go off and fulfill her original travel plans from 101 Places To See. (The Doctor purported to leave her alone to forge her own way with this, but was in actuality very bad at that, and kept popping up nearly every place she went.) She's Clara, she's clever, how can she fail to look up from her book and notice that the person who's just appeared out of nowhere to stand in front of her with a plate of jammie dodgers and a goofy smile has stepped directly out of the pages?

And then of course, there are the dedications. Sure, there's normal stuff like "to my daughter", "to my loving and patient husband", and "to my parents, who are children now" which is rather weird and whimsical, but fits in with the fantasy author's signature style of dream-like imagination.

But the majority of Amelia Williams' dedication pages say things like "to You", "to My Doctor", "to My Raggedy Doctor" "to my raggedy man" (weird but clearly connected to the other variants), and, cryptically, over and over again: "to you", "to you", "to you", "to you (wherever in time and space you are)".

There's "to my imaginary friend" and "to my imaginary friend, and to all children who have an imaginary friend" and "to my imaginary friend, and every child in the universe who's ever met him, or ever will". Nerds and English teachers have occasionally debated what, if anything, she meant by all this, and now Clara thinks she knows, but she can never say....

And then there are the nights that the Doctor wakes up crying out for "Amy!" and then refuses to talk about it when Clara asks, refuses to acknowledge ever even knowing an Amy, "well everyone shouts random things when they're asleep, it doesn't mean anything" and "I don't remember." if pressed for details about his dreaming. And later he might go off somewhere and cry quietly, reading a book he never lets Clara see.

And then he regenerates, and calls out for "Amelia!", "the first face this face saw."

There's newborn twelve, with his Scottish accent, letting her name slip. It's the first - and only - time he's spoken of her while awake and not actively dying. And Clara is too busy with the immediate threat to their lives to think about it in the moment, but at this point she at the very least has a hunch about the connection between him and the Scottish-American author with the rather opaque background --- that as far as anyone can trace it (although to be fair, no one really cares enough to try very hard) she and her husband just kind of appeared out of nowhere in pre-WWII New York. It seems kind of obvious, now, that the doctor would have had a hand in that.

And now with all the books everywhere, the library gradually migrating into the console room, what else is obvious is that he owns every single one of her books. multiple copies, first editions, last editions, signed copies, mass paperbacks, everything. There's a TARDIS key hidden in a well-worn, well-loved, tear streaked copy of The Cuckoo And The Doll's House, which Clara finds when she's cataloging all the locations of TARDIS keys, just in case she should ever need that information one day.

This all is enough for Clara to know. There doesn't really need to be any more proof, but there is. What totally and fully clinches it are the pictures. Tucked in the pages of another tearstained book (The Beast Below this time), are photographs of Amelia, looking just as she does in her black and white author photos, but younger, and in 21st century clothes. Elsewhere, later, she finds photo booth polaroids of a still younger Amelia, goofing off and smiling. Some of them feature another young man Clara doesn't recognize, and some of them feature the Doctor. He's wearing a tweed jacket instead of his purple wool, and no vest, but otherwise he is exactly the same as the Doctor she first met. The three of them hang off each other like old friends, like family.

idk how to end this.

[mischieviem]

the 11th doctor being everyone’s girlfriend

[continuouscurriculum]

swap where amelia and charlotte are the mystery solvers