fathers-day

anonymous asked:

Papá, I wanted to thank you for eveything. You and Papá Noir, Louis, for saving me back then and for the numerous moments of love that we shared. Happy Father's Day to both of you, although a little late. I love you eternally. -livingdollclaudia

♛ Mon bijou, on those darker nights when I feel more alone than ever, I often close my eyes, and imagine you near, nestled against Louis and I as he reads us one of your favorite stories. You were always as much mine as his, and we both belonged to you. Was it fate that led him to find you? Was it fate that forced me with burning purpose to keep you with us? I remember your scent - lavender, white gardenia, and chrysanthemums. Spring captured and reformed into the perfect little girl. We love you still. 

[Bedtime story by Endymiasyzygy] livingdollclaudia

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I DON’T KNOW IF THIS HAS BEEN POINTED OUT YET IT PROBABLY HAS BUT MY MIND HAS JUST BEEN BLOWN

IN THE FIRST MINUTE OF “DARK WATER” CLARA IS TALKING TO DANNY

THERE ARE STICKY NOTES ALL OVER HER BOOKSHELF

SHE IS WEARING A NAVY SUMMER DRESS WITH A BROWN BELT

CONVERSATION AS FOLLOWS:

Clara: “Shut up, shut up, shut up. I need to talk to you.”

Danny: “Alright, well, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes…”

Clara: “No, no, not while you’re in the room.”

Danny: “Oh, stupid me. The very idea.”

Clara: “Shut up!”

Danny: “Okay.”

Clara: “Stay shut up. Things to say. Not all of them good.”

Danny: “Wouldn’t it be better if I was actually there?”

Clara: “Oh, Danny, everything is better when you’re here, but maybe…maybe not this.”

(Flash to sticky notes all over bookshelf. From left to right, the visible ones read: half-face man, PSI, impossible girl, Saibra? Saibea?, Vastra, Robin Hood.)

Clara: “Okay.” (Visibly forming a thought.)

(Notes in sequence: Lying…, Dinosaur in London [on a Michael Holroyd book, not sure if significant]. Maisie, Jenny, boneless, Courtney on the moon, Courtney becomes the president. The Doctor [next to a picture of Danny. Below, partially unreadable, miniature, kill]. Orient Express, miniature Clara. Just say it.)

Clara: “Okay, before all of that, before all of the stuff that I did wrong…”

(Notes: TRUTH, three months, the Teller, Rupert Pink, Dan Dan the soldier man, LYING, rob the bank, Robin Hood, Orient Express, miniature Clara, three months, the Doctor, kill the moon, karabraxos. Clara grabs the one that says “just say it.”)

Clara: I love you.

Danny: I love you.

Clara: No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic, not like it’s how you end a phone call, the sign-off, the pat on the back.

Danny: Clara…

Clara: Danny, I will never say those words again, not to anybody else, ever. Those words from me are yours now.

(Silence)

Clara: Okay, um…that’s the thing. Okay, Danny? Um, there’s more, but that’s kind of the headline. Okay, Danny, please speak to me, this is…this is killing me. Danny, I love you, and you are the last person who’s ever gonna hear me say that.

(Woman answers the phone and Clara finds out that Danny has been hit by the car. Clara is shown running through the streets, up to the police line, and then suddenly, the street is clear and Clara is now wearing a blue sweater.) OKAY, ONE OF THE NOTES SAYS MAISIE. WE HAVEN’T MET MAISIE YET. AND CLARA IS IN A RUSH, AND SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK TO DANNY FACE TO FACE, AND SHE’S TALKING LIKE SHE’LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN. PLUS THE LINE: “Back before I did everything wrong.” SHE WENT BACK IN TIME. I THINK WE HAVE A FATHER’S DAY SITUATION ON OUR HANDS. SHE’S DONE THIS BEFORE, GONE BACK TO TRY AND SAVE HIM BEFORE, BUT SHE KEEPS DOING THINGS WRONG AND CAN’T SEEM TO GET IT RIGHT. SO THEN IT FLASHES BACK TO WHEN CLARA FIRST FOUND OUT DANNY DIED AND SHE’S TALKING TO HER GRANDMA IN THE KITCHEN. JUST OMG GUYS

anonymous asked:

dear lestat, if you could how would you spent fathers day with claudia? and how would you spend fathers day with your own father?

♛ Dear anon - this is a painful question… when I reflect on my own parenting, I have to compare myself to my father. Certain things were, unfortunately, passed down. Even as I tried to be the father he couldn’t be. Interestingly, he had told me little of our family’s origins, for his own reasons, and I had to hold back alot of similar information from my “children.” In my case, however, it was for their own safety. And sanity. Never made that comparison before.

Father’s Day as we know it didn’t exist when they were alive…

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