#bespokesweetie

[myxtorturedxheart]

♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched 

For 13

@bespokesweetie She was still learning what her new body liked, and so far it seemed to simply be whatever her wife wanted to do to her. Still in her shirt and underwear, her trousers long gone, she smiled at River, taking her hand and gently guiding it to the top of her thigh. "Will you?" The Doctor asked softly, hoping her wife knew what she meant.

[ivegotforever]

❛ god, this is so embarrassing. i need your help, okay ? ❜

“Yeah, of course.“ What exactly was she needing help with? He isn’t exactly sure how to react to someone who just ran up to him out of the blue. There was a sense of familiarity about the woman though—as if he had seen her face somewhere before. “Is everything alright?”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃. | @bespokesweetie

[ochrepaints]

with @bespokesweetie, continued from here.

“Champagne sounds great,” Irene said with her idiosyncratic sideways smile. “Hey, if you’re buying, who am I to say no to an expensive drink, huh?” She had spun around on her stool to give the other woman her full attention, and she watched her closely. “Are you sure your friends won’t mind, you abandoning their company for mine?” She glanced over at the small group of people the other woman had been drinking with for a moment, before turning back to the woman herself. “I’d hate to keep you away from them...” She trailed off, allowing the stranger to explain herself, and her intentions.

[masterlysamtyler]

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“And why would I care about the Doctor and the gormless predicament he’s gotten himself into this time?” The Master spoke with a low, monotonous voice, aiming to deliver a perfect portrait of utter indifference. He hadn’t expected anyone to forget who they were talking to only because he played the part of an ambitious policeman in 1970s Manchester. ‘Sam Tyler’ surely had made a name for himself; pedantic, yes, but always doing the right thing.

Clucking his tongue and rolling his eyes the Master bought himself a little more time before addressing River again: “I have a life of my own now. Why do you expect me to risk everything on an imprudent rescue mission for the galaxy’s biggest idiot?!”

[masterlysamtyler]

@bespokesweetie​  (Cont. from here)

"Well... actually  I can't argue with that, murder is an option... a good option too."

Finally someone reasonable! ...well... ‘reasonable’. At least as much as he was; as far as he could tell. “What are we waiting for then? You’re dealing with premature remorse?”

[potestmagice]

@bespokesweetie​ asked:           [ text ] rough day, huh?            (For 11th Doctor)

[TEXT]: You don’t know the half of it.

[betterdcyz]

@bespokesweetie​​ sent this ↴   i love you.  nothing’s gonna change that.  From River to 11. | THE DUSTY TOYBOX. | accepting

             There’s hesitance,  a look of contemplativeness before sweeping his attention over to her.  I love you.  The Doctor mulled that over before saying:  “Till death do us part,  right?”  He says,  a smile on his lips;  a sad one at that,  but a smile nonetheless.  “Is that what they say?  Or is it more.  Till one buggers off?  Till one has their foot in their grave?  Or a hole?” 

[funnystvff]

@bespokesweetie​ asked:  “Do you know what people say about you?”

“Of course I do!”  jay’s hands splayed out in a show of flair. his reputation truly proceeded him. the organized crime of gotham city was unlike anything that anyone had ever heard of before; one simply had to experience it. the place really was a gaping, festering wound on the state of new jersey. but even with that fact in mind, with all the serial killers the city produced, with the open secret that mafia families had tie in’s with the gotham elite, there still wasn’t a single person who hadn’t heard of him; THE JOKER! he couldn’t keep himself from giggling, slowly stepping forward, slowly closing the gap between the two bodies.  “You mean that I’m devilishly handsome and charming to boot, right?”

self-mauled fingers gestured at his face. scars dipped and rose, discolored his skin and warped his mouth. AHA! a raucous laughter filled the room as he leaned back a moment, his arms crossing over his midriff.  “You know! I always give credit where credit is due. It’s not easy to find me!”  joker slapped his hand down on riddler’s shoulder, giving him a little jostle.  “But here I am! In the flesh. And here you are! Breathing! Very impressive! And now- what did you want from me? I’m dying to find out.”