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@skeltonsz
aka “Elitism is my middle name”
Yeah, I pretty much don’t like Moffat’s concept of the Doctor. Not only does it smack of classism, but it ignores the Doctor’s long tradition of laughing at the so-called “elite” while bumming around with ordinary people. (ref: Doctor Who 1963 - 2009)
And to think…
The only girl he did settle down with…
Was a working class ‘chav’…
without any A-levels…
from a council estate…
I love you,Rose Tyler.
just put two pictures I made a while ago and today together.
who wants to read about tentoo
i'd promise you anything for another shot at life summary: You wonder if your need and your desire was big enough to split the universe open, to fracture across two worlds until you bled through. tags: ten becomes tentoo, end of time, angst with a happy ending, the doctor is a mess
crystal clear summary: This had always been her favourite part of travelling with the Doctor; just feeling his presence and staring out at an unfamiliar world, taking it all in. / Or, the Doctor and Rose's first trip to an alien planet together in Pete's world. tags: marriage proposal, tooth-rotting fluff, alien planet, the doctor rambles about penguins
only comes with peace summary: Pete might as well be blunt about it: he has never particularly cared for the Doctor. / Or, Pete Tyler does not enjoy having the Doctor as a quasi son-in-law tags: the doctor is a tyler, outsider POV, a tyler clan character study
Doctor Who The Lazarus Experiment | 3.06
PETE’S WORLD | The Doctor's Choice. Continuation of Pete’s Choice
gallifreyburning:
#I cannot point out #often or emphatically enough #the fact that his arms wrap around her so tightly #that he’s practically touching his own ribs with his opposite hand #And she kind of loosens her grip and lets go and caresses the back of his head #but he just holds her tighter
the longer I stare, the more feels I have.
I told myself for the longest time that in my effort to be reasonably family friendly I would not reblog gifs of kissing but let’s face it I’ve been wanting to reblog this my whole Whovian existence.
almost cried when i saw this because the person next to me saw this and said”i so jealous, im so alone and with out a boyfriend.” she did not realize this was Doctor Who
Just imagine how long Ten had been waiting for her, for this kiss I..
Ayyyyy, I actually wrote something! Enjoy this James/Rose makeout hotness:
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The music fills the room, and James hums along to the lyrics he knows go with this melody. The song is simple, achingly gentle and soft to match the tone of the song, which is about the night he and Rose talked out their fight and agreed to start genuinely dating. The night he suspected he had fallen head-over-heels in love with her, and dared to hope she might love him, too.
He plays through the entire song, sans lyrics, too lost in the music to realize he’d gone beyond proving his point and instead was just boasting now. But Rose doesn’t seem to mind. She watches him, entranced, her eyes darting from his hands to his face.
When the song ends, she carefully leans over the guitar, cradles his cheeks in her hands, and kisses him. He exhales into her mouth, closing his eyes and letting her surround him. He sets his guitar to the side, wanting his arms to be full of her and not the wood of the instrument.
She notices his lap is empty, and takes it upon herself to fill the newly-vacated space. He groans at the heat of her around him. Her hands slip from his cheeks to tangle in his hair, scratching and tugging in the way he loves best. He’s melting, all of the black emotions from earlier having long since bled away to instead create room for this swelling heat building between them.
It’s slow, but so so perfect. Her lips and tongue tease and play with his, pulling shuddering groans from him as sensation sparks through him. Her scent and her taste and her touch, that’s all he’s aware of. The world could be crumbling around them, and he would be none the wiser, nor would he care.
He holds her tightly, digging his fingertips into the soft skin of her back as he aches for more. She obliges, aligning their hips to give him friction as she continues to kiss him more deeply still. His lips are tingling and his body is throbbing with need, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. He wants this to build up forever, for the next second to feel even better than this current second.
wip that I don’t think I’ll finish
I am completely obsessed with this image because I always read it as all caps "SEX" like in some kind of meme not fucking SFX I cant this is too funny to me
DOCTOR WHO | 4.13
Rose knows that she’s not supposed to smile in her Torchwood ID photo. Sometimes it pays to be the daughter of the man in charge.
Pete talks him into wearing a suit for his photo. It’s professional, he says. Torchwood’s HR department gives him hell about his name, too. It’s not the same name that’s on his National Insurance card, but it’s what everyone calls him so eventually they concede.
This man means the whole world to me - if I ever met David Tennant I would thank him forever for making Ten my Doctor as a kid, for bringing him to life so perfectly. It’s been an absolute privilege to see him as the Doctor again. I’m just sad that once more I have to see it end 💕
Rose. Do you know her? Know her? She ...
my finger slipped and i wrote something else NOW I'M LOGGING OFF FOR GOOD
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The bed creaked and squeaked horrendously, but Rose was far too gone to worry about whether it would be enough to wake up the room’s other occupant. They’d hid for so long, the two of them—hid from themselves, even, but now he was hers, every single brilliant inch, from his brilliant fingers to his brilliant cock; hers to take, hers to have, her Doctor.
