#hell-in-high-heels

[stardust-serenity]

hell-in-high--heels said: YES D:

I can live without it, but the fact it just went down so suddenly is fucking weird, man. Facebook never goes down, the fuck?

It's usually Tumblr that goes down XD

[thatlonelytimelord-blog]

+3

"Ah, hello! Welcome to the TARDIS - Time And Relative Dimensions In Space if you're wondering! I'm The Doctor but you can call me Doctor, anywho, who might you all be?" The Doctor smiled politely at the new small group of people.

[battlescarred-doctor]

// ✔♙✔♙✔♙✔♙✔♙✔ -Obviously-

[battlescarred-doctor]

// I want the K (because HAVE ALL THE FEELS!!1)

Random Generated Number:  11-Collarbone Kiss

The Doctor couldn’t help but watch River as she moved so fluidly about the console.  Truth be told, he could watch her all night long and into the wee early mornings, and had on more than once occasion.  Mossy green eyes followed her movements from one side of the room to the other, listening with a soft smirk as she fussed about, scolding him for not picking up his tea mug from last night, or how he always left Jammie Dodger crumbs on the panel board.  He really didn’t, they just jumped onto the console…or at least that was his excuse but she saw through it.  Sitting up on the railing, he hooked his feet to the underbar for balance, watching as her mop of curly, wheat colored hair flowed with her movements, bouncing about.  She was beautiful, really, a creature so unlike him, and yet so similar.  She enticed him, drew him in, and he was a sucker for those auburn eyes and that bright smile.  What was worse is that she knew it.  Knew it better than anyone else on this earth or any other planet….and gods how she used it against him. “Let me help you, River." He breathed, hopping down and taking the dusting rag from her fingers, sandwiching himself between the console and her curvy frame.  What got her in such a cleaning mood, The Doctor couldn’t say, but he couldn’t complain.  His eyes scanned hers for a moment, dropping his gaze down the slow slope of her neck that dipped into the neck of her thin shirt…his..thin shirt actually.  Her collarbones stood out against her honey toned flesh, and before he could stop himself, he dipped his head, catching her lips with his own, before tilting her head to the side, dropping strategic, open mouthed kisses down the tender flesh, nipping at the nape before capturing her collarbone between his lips, warm breathing ghosting the dampened skin as he pulled away, taking his tea mug from her hands, grinning boldly as he brushed past to make himself some more Raspberry tea.

[the-madman-in-his-timebox]

I want the K. ;)

19: Forceful Kiss

Of all the women in space and time he had ever met, River was the most maddening. She was maddening in the way she popped in and out of his life as she pleased, always with that devilish smile and a kiss. She was maddening in the way she always contradicted the Doctor, pointed out his flaws and yet embraced them completely. She was maddeningly clever, maddeningly mysterious, and maddeningly brilliant. Everything about her from the bountiful, lustrous curls upon her head to the affection poured into every ‘hello sweetie,’ drove the Doctor absolutely mad. She was a riddle and yet he knew her like a book, a challenge that he didn’t have to fight for. She was possibly the most brilliant person the Doctor had ever met and the only one he ever considered (almost) as clever as himself. River Song was as maddening as they came.She had shot a plane. River had shot a plane.She shot a plane.

The Doctor still had his hands on his head, covering himself in defense as he cowered where the wing of the plane would have hit him. Would have, had River not shot it down.

‘Hello Sweetie,’ was all River said as she smirked at him, placing her gun back into her holster. (A gun that most certainly did not belong in the 1940’s, he thought quickly, and briefly he wondered where she had gotten such a gun.)

‘Hello Sweetie?’ the Doctor stressed, stepping up to River with his jaw clenched. ‘River, you can’t go around shooting down planes, that pilot—’

‘Was a kamakaze pilot,’ River interjected with a simple matter-of-fact tone, ‘either I could let him drive his plane straight into this ship or I could stop him before he does, either way he knew he was a dead man.’

‘River,’ the Doctor’s jaw tightened. He raised a finger, looking very much like he was going to yell at her before he grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers in a sudden movement. Before he gave her time to register what had happened, he pulled away again, anger still in his eyes. 

‘River Song, you are the most maddening woman I have ever met in my entire life.’

River only grinned at him and, leaning forward, whispered softly: ‘Guilty.’

[itswibbleywobbley]

// ✖ ✖ ✖ <~ That's called a Feels Turkey. ;D

OutOfTime; lol a Feels Turkey? xD and right back at ya~

[battlescarred-doctor]

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Random Headcanon:

The Doctor doesn't sleep much, this is pretty well known. Mainly because he doesn't necessarily need the sleep, and he is rather haunted in his dreams.  But the nights that he does sleep, he has a general routine, known only to those intimate to him, and that involves a hot cup of Cinnamon tea with a bit of honey and three Jammie Dodgers while sitting underneath the console of the TARDIS.   His sleeping habits are fairly normal, even if he tosses and turns quite a bit, and is often known to have nightmares, and he hates for those he loves to see the state of him when he wakes up.

[battlescarred-doctor]

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