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IT'S HUMP DAY

[9:17:06 PM] FLUFFY, THE STRONG INDEPENDENT BLACK WOMAN: why is today filled with so much sex. like. i have so many people asking for smut

[9:17:11 PM] THE TIME-TRAVELING CAT: ...

[9:17:12 PM] FLUFFY, THE STRONG INDEPENDENT BLACK WOMAN: i'm talking to charlie about what the fuck happened last night

[9:17:22 PM] THE TIME-TRAVELING CAT: HUMP DAY.

[9:17:28 PM] FLUFFY, THE STRONG INDEPENDENT BLACK WOMAN: omFG IT IS THOUGH

[9:17:30 PM] FLUFFY, THE STRONG INDEPENDENT BLACK WOMAN: SONOFABITCH

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EVEN IF IT ISN'T, I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING OMG

also, the things you sent in for the mun video are precious

now i just need batteries for my camera so i can make the video fml

// but it’S NOT YOU

IT’S NOT YOU OH MY GOD PLEASE ;~;

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Body Swap Discovered. | tenminusaheart

tenminusaheart:

"What’s going on!?" John turned to look at her, wide-eyed. “You went to let Donna off to school an—- my voice," his hands- er… her hands? They were Clara’s hands… but he was John… the hands flew up to his throat, going wide-eyed.

" Well this is an interesting development- being tall, like a skyscraper. ", she- no, he grinned. While part of her felt the need to panic, it was all still sort of a fun experience. " How can you get used to this-? Blimey, you are so scrawny- Like a stick. "

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im so sorry

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Clara felt disconnected from herself as her body reacted to defend without dignity, without cleverness; like an animal. She was no match, of course, as he regained control and all she knew was the darkness. Sinking deep into the dark with eyes closed. It were as if she'd already accepted this fate, and so the end came; a muffled pop sounded in her ears, it was then that she realized she was screaming in the water. Was.

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Sweat stuck hair to her face and shoulders as she sat up with a sharp, deep inhale, and feeling prepared to fight for her life, yet there wasn't anything but the sound of her own heavy breathing. A terrible nightmare she couldn't even remember aside from the sensation of drowning repeated the past few nights, and now she sat uncomfortably in the dark, her breaths slowly steadying along with her frantic heart. Finally reaching under the shade of her lamp, there was a click and then light filled the room.

Nobody staring at her from the corners, the ceiling, or anywhere that she could see. Absentmindedly, Clara stroked her fingers over her throat as she spaced out, debating whether or not she should try and sleep some more. After throwing a glance to the clock on her bedside table to notice the clock read 3:34am, she began making her way out of bed to prepare for the day.

It hadn't left her the entire morning, that feeling, the skin on her neck turning a faint pink as she continued rubbing at it idly when her hands weren't busy. She felt nauseous, and could only assume that perhaps she drank her tea too fast, or even brewed too strong a cuppa. The latter seemed more likely seeing as she made it to work an hour earlier then she was meant to out of anxiousness, needing to keep busy.

Then she saw him on her way down to clock in, his eyes haunting her, forcing her body to tense up; a gaze of a man she'd never met before. Clara's lashes fluttered as she blinked her way back into reality, and shook her head with eyes averted to the floor. He caught her staring, and now an irrational fear had her heart thumping, heavily racing in her chest; definitely a bad, too highly caffeinated cuppa- probably. Clutching her ID, she turned on her heel and made sure not to look back, making her way off back to work.

That was the plan at the very least, but with a close of her eyes, Clara rested her head against the table in one of the sound-proof testing rooms, and drifted to sleep.

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In another testing room an echo of Clara materialized as if she'd been there all along, lifting her head from the counter as if she'd just woken up; her dress was red rather than a navy blue now, and her shoes were little dark brown boots instead of black flats. " O-oh- Not again. ", she muttered under her breath while standing up from her chair abruptly, and looking to the clock on the wall. Had she even clocked in? She couldn't remember, but preferring to be safe than sorry, Clara adjusted herself to appear as if she'd been working hard on the job than sleeping before making her way out of the room.

Stranger in the Alley || claraXsmith

"No? No?!" his voice was loud as his face quickly transformed into pure rage. “No body tells me no," he growled. He let out a “oof" as her body slammed into his, his heart slamming against his chest hard.

He was going to give her a chance.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the kitchen roughly. “NO ONE tells me no," his voice had something in it that wasn’t anger. It wasn’t irritation or frustration - no… It was a slight hint of amusement. His eyes were locked on her as he drug her around like a rag doll. He shoved her face into the cold dish water, pressing his body against hers into the counter as her body naturally fought the sensation of water filling her lungs. He yanked her back up, giving her a moment to cough and sputter.

"I’ll teach you to tell me no," he reached to the side and grabbed a paring knife before shoving her face back into the water. He grinned as the bubbles broke the surface. Sliding his hand under her chin, he swiftly pulled the knife across her trachea, sliding the blade into the soft tissue between her vertebrae sitting just above her larynx, feeling a sense of relief and release as he felt the soft pop of her skin and cartilage breaking under the blade. He held her as he listened to the glottal “gu" sound as the blood rushed from her throat into the water, water filling her lungs faster and faster. She would drown before she bled to death, making it a death of suffering. The water would catch the blood that rushed from her, making this an easy clean up.

He grinned as her body fell limp against his, placing a soft kiss on the back of her head as he let go of her hair.

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Smith walked into Torchwood, stretching and cracking his knuckles. It had been three days since he was last at work and three days since his last murder. He swiped his ID and stepped through the doors to the archaeology department, freezing.

His eyes fell on a girl walking in front of him. She was just too short, her nose a bit funny, and her brown hair bouncing with each step. They made eye contact, his body tensing.

She was alive.

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thank you. i could not have worded this any better.

//ANYTIME YOU WANT TO CUT YOUR FUCKIING POSTS IS FINE WIHT ME FUCKING HELL, CUT YOUR GOD DAMN POSTS I SWEAR TO GOD.

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I was going to reply to posts, but now I'm sleepy so I might go to bed.

Yea. Screw it, I'm going to bed. c: Nighty night, everyone.

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Put "awake" in my ask to get my reaction to finding you in my bed next to me when i wake up in the morning.

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(ALL OF THE PARALLELS! By the way, I do love your Jack Harkness muse- it's spot on, IcanhearhisvoicewhenIreadyourthings, it'ssoadorbz. and if you ever happen to make that Martha *grabby hands*)

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(I was just thinking the other day of making either a parallel martha or torchwood martha, idk nhtedhegefds but i have too many blogs as it is, but do want, yis.)

[I was honestly considering on making a parallel martha, but I decided on jack instead (obviously). But aahhhh I love these parallel characters.]

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How to cut posts on mobile You’re in your drafts on mobile and you see your last reply quoted into the reply you need to reply to (is your head spinning? Cause mine is). How do I cut it so that it doesn’t end up slamming someone’s dash and cluttering their lives? Let me show you.

1) Click edit. You’ll see the /blockquote tag as shown in the third picture on top.

2) Find the beginning of the reply from your partner. Above that should be another /blockquote which is the end of your last reply. Select it, INCLUDING THE ARROWS, (if able to on your phone) and highlight until you are past where your username is linked at. You will pass one blockquote tag and you should end under a second, as shown in the third picture in the middle.

3) Delete! If you save the draft to make sure you did it right, it should appear like the first picture on the third row.

4) Type your reply! You should begin typing under the /blockquote. When you’re done and you save, your reply should look neat and normal, shown above.

used "Me and Myself" between tenminusaheart and cleverestintheroom in example

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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

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Reblog if you want to be compared to a Disney character in your ask box!