#amy

The thought of talking about it made Pueblo's gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through – not that she'd told him her version yet. She had balls of steel, he thought with a smile. And what did he have? Three pairs of loin cloths going crisp on the radiator. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#bravery #hero #heroine #humor #humour

He pulled out a dagger from ... she wasn't sure where. Did he have that in his loin cloth? What else does he have in there? (Amy's thoughts, The Witching Pen) ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#dianna-hardy #humor #humorous #paranormal-romance #the-witching-pen

This is my logo for Amy ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#amy-s-logo #art #clever-logo #clever-logos #design

He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in ↗

— Elizabeth von Arnim

#lovely #love

So is this how it works Doctor? You never interfere with the affairs of other peoples or planets, unless there are children crying? ↗

— Steven Moffat

#doctor-who #the-beast-below #doctor-who

He was... wearing a tasselled velvet nightcap that I [Amy] noticed the Doctor eyeing up. If Boris didn't watch out, that'd go missing and we'd never hear the end of 'Nightcaps are cool. ↗

— James Goss

#doctor-who #nightcaps #the-doctor #doctor-who

Really, awfully, terribly, I had a sudden attack of hiccups. I was staring at the Doctor, murderously angry with him. And hiccuping... 'That's it. I'm going down there. I'm offering myself to them instead. If you're too much of a coward.' The Doctor winced at that last word. I hiccuped again. 'Amy Pond,' he said. 'Try holding your breath.' 'I will not hold my breath! This is important! Rory is having his mind vacuumed and we're just standing here-' 'Hiccuping.' 'Yes.' We stood, glaring at each other. I hiccuped again. 'Seriously,' said the Doctor, patiently. 'I know it's not the best time, but really, try holding your breath.' I stood there. Hiccuping and scowling at him. ↗

— James Goss

#doctor-who #hiccups #rory-williams #the-doctor #doctor-who

P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land. ↗

— Diana Peterfreund

#beach #funny #jamie #love-story #poe

I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over her. To fill her with what I feel inside of me. A star? A wish? I wish we weren’t in the damn hallway of the store. I wish this were my bed and I could go slower. I wish time could cease and this moment could go on forever. I wish I could appreciate all of the sounds I’m regrettably swallowing down to keep us a secret. Her whispered pleas for more. More. I wish I had more. ↗

— Pella Grace

#steamy-romance #love

Revolution in Love’. Can you tell me what you mean by that? Do you want free love as against bourgeois marriage, or monogamy as against bourgeois promiscuity? ↗

— Milan Kundera

#love #marriage #monogamy #promiscuity #life