St Petersburg (former Leningrad), Russia
Reblog if you DON’T hate Steven Moffat. I don’t care if you like to critique his episodes or disagree with some of the things he does or like RTD better, but REBLOG IF YOU THINK THAT SENDING HIM HATE LIKE THAT IS DESPICABLE.
She remember she should hate him. Or she still did, or something along those lines. She had certainly said it enough. The two had been at each other since the TARDIS had landed right in the middle of his march. It was hard to impress Clara, and it seemed in turn it was hard to impress a king, but all the same her, a woman who had kissed the stars and been everywhere in the place that Robb called home. Everywhere but Winterfell she noted as her eyes continued to watch at the boy who fiddled around with the wooden figures on the table. [happy birthday to actual live ruiner fiona!]