All Hail The Dalek slayer

qu1nnd0lyn:

So I found these and I have to say these are amazing (Obviously not mine of course) but I wanted a master post of these ones. The Dark Elsa is not from the same grouping, but she needed to be included as there is a Light Elsa.

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not-enough-fandom:

i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while taking shots of whiskey but then again i also want to dress like a very feminine little girl that frolocks through fields of lovely flowers, 
my struggle is real

(via spoken-not-written)

the-manila-institute:

The oxygen nubs weren’t in her nose anymore,of course. They would have been taken out because she didn’t need them anymore. I’m glad they did it she felt free when they weren’t in. Like she was more herself than her cancer.they’d fixed her hair in a strange fashion that she would have despised.She was wearing the dress that she wore to Oranjee. Unconventional, but she would have preferred it this way.

I knelt down, and wished for a moment that I was kneeling for different reasons.I stroked her face. "I Love you," I whispered, although I don’t know how much sound got past my lips. "Present tense. Okay ?"

She didn’t respond of course. I lean down and kissed her cheek."Okay," I said for her, and backed away. the people who were watching me at the casket snapped their eyes away.

I looked at it.”Thank you.”

I stuck my hand inside it and found a box of Camel Lights.

The parents were walking back down the hill to the car. I looked at the box. The last keepsake, the last piece of my great star-crossed love that I would ever hold in my hands.

I took out a cigarette and reached for the lighter in my back pocket.The button was stiff, because it had never been pressed.

I pressed it now.Slipped the cigarette between my teeth. And I lit it.

based on this post (x)

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