#tenteen

[lovecrimeagh]

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[spocktoy]

nuwho doctors ranked by fuckability (extremely subjective, inspired by several voice memos between a friend and myself at 2am, with full understanding that being the doctor implies a preestablished unfuckability):

1. tenteen/tenthree/fourteen

poses the question what if the tenth doctor was less annoying, more grown, and gayer. the answer to the question is let me take you out please please please just one chance please whatever you want babygirl I’m begging please you’re so responsible and youre working on your commitment issues and that’s soooo hot please

2. ninth doctor

deep in the trenches of his post-war trauma and blatantly in love w his best friend but also. why does he cruise. look at him he’d cruise a little bit. idk babe I cannot explain it to you I just think he’d let me blow him a little in the alley behind some alien club and then I’d never see him again. yeah he was thinking about jack/rose the whole time and then felt so guilty he left w out saying anything but it was still kinda …

3. thirteenth doctor

ok I know this is actually insane but what if I could fix her. I know this is because I’ve read way too many fics where she uses physical intimacy to compensate for being unable to give or receive verbal comfort from her loved ones and also I think jodie is hot but . what if

4. twelfth doctor

probably the doctor I’m most physically/emotionally attracted to but also he’s kind of busy. like between clara and river and missy his relationship dossier is kinda full and I’m like not needing to get in the middle of all that, nor do I think he has the desire to do more than he’s already doing. if he wants to have a little flirty thing like he did with psy though I would be alllll over that.

5. fifteenth doctor

OBJECTIVELY the most fuckable doctor. however subjectively. we are two drunk girls making out in the club like we’re having fun but this is not doing it for either of us. we are best friends and fully recognize how hot we both are but this is three minutes of kissing and grinding and then “omg….. we’re so crazzyyyyy….. that was so silllyyyyyy…..”

6. tenth doctor

yes he’s pretty but girl SHUTTTT UUUUPPPPP. one of those times where someone hot knows they’re hot and instead of it being a “confidence is sexy” moment you just want to slam a door in their face. I say all this fully aware that if he flirted w me the way he flirts with martha in “smith and jones” I would fold in an instant but I do not care. I know too much. Go pine and leave me alone.

7. eleventh doctor

listen this is not about matt smith ok i think matt smith is incredibly sexy and charming and all of those things ok. but like. absolutely not. oh my god no. no no way. the physics wouldn’t allow it the idea of even touching his bare skin above the wrist is awful.

[evvyvve]

i cannot tell you how much i love your mulder&scully piece ……….. i would love to possibly hear your intentions theres just so many details i see that i love . i love that scullys eyes are closed. i love the literal target on her . ugh just amazing !!!! also i was curious about ehat parts of the show inspired this …. if you feel like answering!

this is the best ask i’ve ever received omgg thank u so so much !!

i think ultimately it’s about how much they trust each other, scully’s eyes are closed bc she’s let her guard down enough to leave herself vulnerable. i think for me the bow represents that love and trust between them (literally Tension). i also think like quite a few ppl in the tags have suggested that this could easily be swapped (or tht they take turns shooting each other which made me giggle and also like Yeah).

for someone like mulder who is almost constantly proven right in his paranoia and haunted by the loss of those he loved/trusted it’s no easy thing to act on those feelings But they’re there and he’s holding it in his hands.

idk how well it’s translated but scully is fully in on it, she’s aimed the arrow at her heart and is helping draw the bow it’s up to mulder to let go. the bow is just a way to convey the elephant in the room (being in love) but instead of an elephant it’s a bow and arrow for aesthetic purposes lol

i also like for Ultimate Angst and tragedy vibes to think that they are perpetually stuck like this in a limbo of sorts always on the precipice of releasing the tension on the bow

the angel/cupid motif is probably overkill but i wanted to make it implicit that is was romantic and i think they both see each other as a figure larger than life, their mutual admiration was the foundation for their entire relationship going forward

as for what parts of the show inspired this my cop out answer is basically all of it But i’m rewatching from the beginning i’m just starting season 2 and just the knowledge of what’s to come and how much they care about and respect each other just in season one got to me.

i’d love to hear ur interpretation on it ! as well as anyone else who has any thoughts too !!

tldr they give me brainworms :///

[paternostergays]

about the fourteenth doctor btw. rtd was actually kind of funny for saying this

(from this article)

[silikat]

one day we can be mutuals Jamie

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I FORGOT I mean hi Vi how are you my beloved mutual who has always been my beloved mutual :)

[hollow-keys]

*Slides the BBC a tenner* It's not too late to say Ncuti Gatwa is the fourteenth Doctor and Tenteen was a degeneration.

[capybaraonabicycle]

The Doctor's Ship (Tenteen x Mels)

Please, @whenyourunwiththedoctor put them into my head this morning with her beautiful collage of pictures and quotes and now I need them to be a thing! So I wrote a tiny bit of a scene for them - don't ask me how this fits into canon; do ask me about the circumstances though, I would love to work on yet another Mels AU tbh

[ID: two images, the first one is of the Tenteen (14th) Doctor looking out the TARDIS door, smiling cheekily, the other one of Mels Zucker, looking upwards with a determined expression and the hint of a smile. end ID]

Mels has seen the police box stand in their garden with doors closed for so long, she has almost forgotten it is supposed to open. There is a flutter in her stomach when John turns the key and he looks over his shoulder, winking at her, like he knows exactly what is going on inside her mind. He probably does. John always seems to know.

He doesn't open the door though, stepping to the side and leaning against the TARDIS's corner – because this is the TARDIS, right? Mels is honest-to-God about to enter the TARDIS, the Doctor's spaceship, step into his realm, experience the wonder of timetravel for herself.

“Would you do the honors?” John asks, tapping the handle invitingly, before pulling back to continue staring at her.

He does that as lot, stare at her. Always has, even before they started seeing each other. Sometimes it feels like he knows her in a thousand different lives and realities, like he looks at her but he's seeing someone else who is also her, who she will grow into, perhaps. He is a timetraveller after all. Or is he?

There is a soft smile playing at his lips, the kind he reserves for her and Donna and Rose and Mel.

“Don't mind if I do, honey.”

She tries to put on a brave face – she is just opening a door after all, nevermind what that might change between John and her – but she can't quite hold back the jitters in her voice. John seems to notice, because right away he is streching out his hand towards her, fingers wiggling back and forth, eyebrows raised in question. She accepts the hand gladly, palm sliding against his calloused skin – he spends way too much time in his tinkering shed, cooking up a present or other for her (or Rose). Still, the pressure is reassuring and now she is pushing open the door, slowly.

She knows immediately. It's hard to miss a 'bigger on the inside' spaceship, but she knows at first glance on the white floor and walls that this is her. Awestruck, she steps inside, John following behind her. It's like the air is buzzing with time, but maybe those are just her nerves, flaring up at the realisation that she has actually found him. The Doctor. She had known, of course, but having the confirmation, finally – frankly, it is dizzying.

“Hello” Mels breathes and the TARDIS hums in response, a sound that goes through her body and into her mind. It feels like coming home.

John is pressing her hand again. “Are you okay?”

He's standing very close, she can feel his breath on her skin. So close. So vulnerable.

It's John, she tells herself. That's all that matters, that's all she has to know. Just John, her friend, her love, who is stupid enough to try and keep the Doctor safe from her and yet is trusting her with this knowledge now. Well, he doesn't know that she's out to get the Doctor, does he? Because he isn't him.

She turns around to him and again he is watching her, all caring eyes and adoring smile. No trace of fear. And why would there be?

“Perfectly” she lies, smiling back, and his own grin grows, showing his teeth.

“Come on!” he beams. “You've got to check out the coffee machine!”

“Your - This ship has a coffee machine?” she laughs, letting him pull her over to the console.

“The best coffee machine in the universe” he boasts, startling when he already finds a cup waiting. He picks it up, sniffing carefully, before plunging his tongue into the scalding hot contents. He winces, pulls a face and hands the cup to Mels, shaking his head, huffing and puffing.

“It's for you” he says and the words sound airy as he's trying to cool his burnt tongue. Mels bites back a grin, taking the cup. He shakes himself violently.

“Triple macchiato with a pinch of cinnamon” he coughs. “I don't understand how you gulp that stuff down.”

“You mean without a bucket of sugar to go with it?” she teases and he glares.

“Careful, love” he then warns, belatedly. “It's hot.”

“Yeah, dear” she deadpans. “I noticed.”

She blows onto the cup, looking around the console in wonder. He passes behind her, lightly touching between her shoulder blades.

“Be careful not to spill onto the console either” he mutters. “Or we could end up Rassilon-knows-where.”

She raises an eyebrow at the haunted look in his eyes. “That sounds like you've got experience.”

He huffs. “Don't remind me.”

She chuckles, taking a small gulp of the coffee. It tastes heavenly. She can definitely see John's clumsy self spilling coffee onto the console and jettisonning the Doctor far out into space. The Doctor was probably livid with him. Mels wish she could have been there to laugh at John and then hurt the Doctor for shouting at him. No one but Mels (or Donna) gets to be cross with John on her watch. Sylvia is on thin ice and only because she annoyingly tends to be right.

“So” John call out at her, putting a hand onto the engine lever. Mels doesn't know how she knows it is the engine lever but she is dead certain and it sends her stomach down to her knees to see John in a position ready to start the ship. Can he fly the TARDIS? “Where are we going?”

“The Doctor lets you fly the TARDIS?” she blurts out and he grins.

“Sometimes” he confirms. “If I'm good.”

Mels blinks. This is getting into dangerous territory. The Doctor is the only one who knows how to fly the TARDIS, isn't he? That's what they all say? So how does John-? No, she is not thinking about that.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, John winks at her again. “Want me to show you how?”

She forces a smile, putting down the coffee cup and meeting her – very human, very much not the Doctor – friend. “I'd love that.”

“Come on then!” he gently guides her towards the lever, steady arms wrapping around her to help her along.

“John” she says softly, fingers grabbing tightly around the cold metal on the lever, not daring to start the engine yet.

“Yes, Mels?”

He is right behind her and she leans back, craving his embrace more than ever.

“You know I will have to kill you some day?” she asks and he goes still.

Then he hums in confirmation, low and contemplative, before tenderly pulling her against him with one arm, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Anything you want, sweetie” he promises like she had asked him whether they could adopt a pet and not told him of her plans to murder him. “But not before we've seen the stars!”

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