Hi, I'm Gerard, I'm 15 and I never fucking learned how to read. Ask me anything about anything! My pronouns are he/him, I'm gay, Jewish and half-Mexican. I decided to make ANOTHER ask book that I would ALSO never update

Vastra and Jenny...need I say more? Cover courtesy of "Mine: Jenny Flint" on Tumblr I do not own the characters but do own the ideas/situation present in this fanfic

Four years. Four years since his last visit. He almost broke down into tears he felt so bad. But it still didn't explain why she didn't remember him. It worked none the less. He was here, he was talking to his Clara. Only problem was, she couldn't remember him. She had a life now. Without him. Warning: tagged mature for mentions of violence and rape

The TARDIS is missing. Fenric is winning. The endgame is now.