The Fourteenth Doctor throwing himself around with reckless abandon
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The Fourteenth Doctor throwing himself around with reckless abandon
Original tags reblogged. I love watching David Tennant do behind-the-scenes physical stuff.
Please enjoy this minor nsfw revision
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University Study on Sexism in Doctor Who
“Fun fact, Rose’s Bechdal test score would have been in the 80′s were it not for the episodes Moffat wrote during her run.”
I made my choice a long time ago and I’m never gonna leave you. I’m burning up a sun just to say goodbye.
drink with me?
Adventure in liquor drinking between the Doctor and his Rose. XD
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thanks for watching late night livestream
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Rose curls up next to him. Her bare breasts press against his waist. Doctor feels their softness, and it’s a sensation he will never get used to. She faintly smells like her namesake. He tries his best to concentrate on the book he was reading, but without realizing he is soon twirling her golden locks between his fingers. Her hair gently tickles his fingertips. He forgets to follow the words, but lazily tries to imprint the softness of her in his genius brain.
She sniffs his chest, then inhales deeply. He could feel her lips curl into smile through her breath. She satisfyingly exhales right at where his heart is, and it creates small circle of heat on his cotton t-shirt. Then she snuggles and adjusts into comfort. Rose whispers herself to sleep, “…this is the best seat in the house.“
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The Doctor in the TARDIS with Rose Tyler
Just as it should be.
:D
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The Doctor in the TARDIS with Rose Tyler
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Love, From TARDIS.
to Rose, love as energy that never dies.
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Hey. Hey brain! Imagine the Tenth Doctor having fun with finger paint.
#lol#I can so see the Doctor doing that#just pressing his hands against her#(probably while they’re snogging#to make sure she doesn’t question why he’s groping her out of nowhere)#and leaving his handprints on her chest as if to say ‘property of the Doctor’#which of course annoys Rose#especially when the Doctor#tries to argue that they are his#and Rose protests that she’s fairly certain her breasts are attached to her#so therefore they’re hers#but the Doctor just shakes his head and says#’Well#it’s true they are attached to you#but you’re mine#so they are too.’#She can’t quite argue with that#except for to remind him that he’s hers too#He beams and says ‘mutual ownership#it’s perfect#don’t you think?’ [via lotsofthinkythoughts]
And then she takes some paint and makes sure to smack him across that cute butt before walking away with a smirk.
there we go.
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Rose curls up next to him. Her bare breasts press against his waist. Doctor feels their softness, and it’s a sensation he will never get used to. She faintly smells like her namesake. He tries his best to concentrate on the book he was reading, but without realizing he is soon twirling her golden locks between his fingers. Her hair gently tickles his fingertips. He forgets to follow the words, but lazily tries to imprint the softness of her in his genius brain.
She sniffs his chest, then inhales deeply. He could feel her lips curl into smile through her breath. She satisfyingly exhales right at where his heart is, and it creates small circle of heat on his cotton t-shirt. Then she snuggles and adjusts into comfort. Rose whispers herself to sleep, “…this is the best seat in the house.“
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The Doctor hogs everything.
run
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
sometimes it just ends up being something like
ITS BACK
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me when my disabilities disable me: