Doctor Who Imagines/Reactions

Every doctor who reaction imaginable!  REQUESTS CLOSED, BLOG ON HIATUS.

[leonardcohenofficial]

[meerlichtz]

Yesterday I confused a friend because I called him sir and he was like ??? why are you calling me sir we’re friends? And i had to explain that sir is not a word its a feeling. my mac shutting down for no reason is sir. My cat is sir. My pair of jeans is sir. An email that finds me unwell is sir. Two bugs outside my window are sirs.

[meerlichtz]

Examples:

sir please stop eating plastic

sir do you really have to do this right now

sir *intense stare*

my good sir stop that right now

sir why are you just standing in the way

(warningly) sir...

please listen to me sir

(tiredly) sir please.

[thephoenixdoctor]

The "tired butler" effect

[thephoenixdoctor]

makes a good impression of her to the teachers. They ask her something about her going to school and she isn’t currently going to school. Afterwards, they walk back to the TARDIS and the Doctor was telling her he was impressed that she knew the simplest answers to the questions collage students should know themselves and they both just laugh it off.

Thank you so much for requesting! I love gettimg those. Right now, requests are closed though, so in the future please respect that. That being said, I'm way behind on getting some of my prompts out so if you'll hang on, I'll get to you eventually. Thank you for your patience!

[thephoenixdoctor]

Doctor Who Imagine/Reaction #3: You Flinch Away During an Argument (Eleventh)

A/N: What happens when you and the Doctor get into a fight?  What happens if he thinks you’re afraid of him?

(TW: Implied past abuse, argument, flashbacks)

“I would never hurt anyone that way.  What have I done to make you think that?”

You and the Doctor had been flying together for a long time before you found the room.  The adventure you’d just been on had been terrifying, and you’d almost died several times.  The Doctor was unusually quiet, not twirling about and rambling like he usually did; the only thing he told you after all was said and done was, “go get some rest”.

You wandered down the TARDIS corridor, taking comfort in the familiar whir of her engines.  You trailed your hand across the wall, letting out a sigh that seemed unnaturally loud.  The TARDIS purred, and all of a sudden you came across a door, which was marked only with a few Gallifreyan circles.  Curious, you pushed open the door, and found yourself in a different bedroom.

This bedroom, unlike yours, had a bunk bed, and several articles of clothing strewn about. Books lay strewn about the floor, pages ruffling in a nonexistent breeze, and the closet door was thrown open, as if someone had left in a hurry. Your hand brushed against a leather journal lying on the dresser, and you picked it up to examine it. A pond was engraved shakily on the bottom right corner, clearly done by an inexperienced hand. You didn't know who this room belonged to, but something about it made you sad.

"What are you doing in here?" You whipped around at the Doctor's voice, intending to greet him cheerfully, but you froze at his expression.

His eyes were ice cold, his stance stiff and furious. Belatedly, you realized that you'd never seen him this angry before.

“You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice was quiet and clipped, like chipped ice.

“Why?” You asked, confused. “I’ve never seen this room before.” Your hand brushed absentmindedly against the cover of the journal, drawing the Doctor’s eyes to it.

"Put that down!" The shout made you freeze, that horrible sick feeling you used to get washing over you once more. The Doctor ripped the journal from your hands, causing you to yelp. Your body was tense down to the core, you were slipping - you couldn't breathe -

The Doctors hand rose to run through his hair, and instantly you were gone. You flinched wildly and stumbled backward, falling in your haste to get away.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry pleasenopleaseno-" Your mouth was running on autopilot, trying to find something, anything, to make him stop. You were vaguely aware of your back hitting the wall, but the fear overpowered everything else.  You curled into a ball, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the blows to fall.

They never came.

A choked sound came from somewhere in front of you, and a hand brushed your arm.  You flinched.

“Hey,” The Doctor’s voice was trembling, but soft and warm all the same. “It’s okay.  I’m not going to-” He took a shuddering breath. “You’re safe, okay?  You’re always safe with me.”  You weren’t sure what calmed you down; maybe the word “safe”, or the Doctor’s voice, soft in a way that his never was.  You opened your eyes.

The Doctor was crouched in front of you, eyes filled with tears.  He looked so heartbreakingly concerned that you almost had to look away.  He gently inched closer and you forced yourself to relax.  This is the Doctor.  He won’t hurt me.

“C-can I hold you?” The question came as a bit of a surprise, but watching the Doctor’s face, you realized that he needed the comfort as much as you.  Hesitantly, you nodded.

He wrapped his arms around you so tenderly that it didn’t even remind you of other things.  He pulled you into his lap and rocked gently, breath stuttering against your head.  You felt almost like a child then, safe and warm, the way you should have been all along.  Your throat felt tight but for a different reason.

Then, the humming started, the lullaby of long lost times.  It spoke of red sand, of glittering forests, of laughter and freedom.  It spoke of glass domes, of long lost languages, and a scorched red sky.

“I’m sorry,” The Doctor murmured. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that, I didn’t know-”

“It’s fine.” The words came automatically. “Really, it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve-”

“It’s not fine.” The Doctor replied. “It’s never fine to be treated like that, and I’m sorry I brought back bad memories for you.  I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You said again, and this time you meant it. “You’re nothing like him, you know? He never apologized.  He was never wrong, and if he was wrong, he was never sorry.”  The Doctor hummed in understanding, arms tightening around you, as if assuring himself that you were okay.

“Would you like me to tell you a story?” He asked.  You nodded.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Amelia Pond.  For her birthday, she told Santa, “Please fix the crack in my wall . . .

[talktoten-a-deactivated20240813]

hello out there, tumblr buddies

[thephoenixdoctor]

Hullo

[askboxmemes]

drabbles: send me characters and a prompt

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about characters drinking, alone or with each other.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble characters trying to woo one another [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out one character fighting with/or against another.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character asking another character to join them.

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character killing another.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character mourning another character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character healing another.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about the specified characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing something to another [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character freeing another, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about a character under the subject of wedlock [be it characters proposing to or marrying another, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about the specified characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[jollyroger-fr]

Please, please, please! It can be about a specific character, or you can leave it up to me!

[drowsy-quill]

I’m having an end of nano slump so please send me some!!!✨✨✨

[thephoenixdoctor]

he loved it. Donna helped her with it and the results were amazing. The song was than #1 trending. For the reader, the Doctor takes her to meet a relative she has always admired ever since she’s studied family history.

A/N: Here’s the next one!  Sorry if it’s not as good as the previous one; I was a bit rushed.  I’ll make sure to put up your next ask by tomorrow evening!

Doctor Who Imagines/Reactions: The Doctor Takes You to Meet an Ancestor

“Well, here we are.  Don’t tell her too much about the future, okay?”

You stepped hesitantly out of the TARDIS and onto a grassy field in 1895, gazing at the wildflowers surrounding you.  You breathed a deep sigh, feeling a tingle of excitement at the prospect of being more than 100 years in the past.  I’ll never get used to this.

You had gone to many planets and many times before this, but this time it was special.  You’d been reading up on your family history, out of curiosity more than anything else, and you came across someone amazing, someone you looked up to.  You begged the Doctor to let you go meet her.  After making you swear not to tell her anything, the Doctor agreed.

As you walked delicately through the field of wildflowers, you spotted a tall figure knelt on the ground, observing something through an old fashioned microscope.  Your heart twinged in excitement.  It’s her!  It’s really her!  She looked up as you approached.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, and quickly stood up, brushing off her dress. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else here!  Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” You replied, barely able to keep from stuttering.  You really wanted to tell her what she’d become, a scientist, a nurse, a war veteran, helping those in need.  She would be a mother to five children, and the first female doctor.  Instead, you simply said, “What are you studying?”

“I was observing the movement of earthworms after rain,” she said, then scrunched her nose up. “My apologies.  I know it’s not very ladylike.”

“Well, sometimes that can be a good thing!” You said. A sharp whistle rang out behind you, and you turned to see the Doctor beckoning you back.

“Who’s that?” the woman asked.

“Oh,” You replied, “He’s a friend of mine.  He’s called the Doctor.  I should probably head back. You know,” you added on. “I bet you’d make a good doctor.”  And, smiling politely, you started making your way back through the long grass.

“A doctor,” the woman murmured. “Me, a doctor!  I like the sound of that.”

[mw-draws]

Doctor Who will battle Cybermen once again in 'darker and scarier' new series

EXCLUSIVE: The Cybermen haven't been seen since Peter Capaldi defeated them in 2017 - and they've never done battle with Jodie Whi

I don't know how true this is as its coming from the mirror and an unnamed source, but I would absolutely love it if this was true.

I mean, the last time the Doctor faced the Cybermen, a lot of not good things happened and we could see 13 get mad and I am here for this

[raggedydocs]

All these rumours about Chibnall bringing back old monsters has me hyped and obviously the idea of bringing back the Cybermen takes it to a whole new level. I would also be SO happy if he really does want to make the next series darker and I feel like it would be a really enjoyable and interesting contrast to last series. I reckon it would add so much depth to Thirteen and the Tardis Team to see them facing something truly dark and I’m so here for Thirteen snapping and losing her shit.

[thephoenixdoctor]

I have a request for Doctor Who! The reader is dating the Doctor (10). She’s busy traveling throughout the universe with him. The reader starts a YouTube career and uses her talent of being a singer/songwriter. She takes a couple weeks off from travel and works on a special song she put together. (Pretend she’s the original writer of the song The Adventure by Angel and Airwaves). She dedicated the song to the Doctor for their one year anniversary present. She shows him her music video of it and

A/N: Hello!  Thank you so much for requesting, it’s a really unique request!  I only do oneshots, so I’ll probably split this up into two different imagines, is that alright?  Please Enjoy!

Doctor Who Imagines/Reactions: You Become a Famous Singer and Dedicate a Song to Him

“You are BRILLIANT! I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“I wanna have the same last dream again,” you sung quietly to yourself. “The one where I wake up and I’m alive . . .”

“Sorry, sweetheart, what was that?” The Doctor called from underneath the TARDIS console.  You blushed.

“Nothing,” You said. “Just a song I heard on the radio.”  Donna gave you a knowing smirk, and you glared at her in a “you’re-not-helping” fashion.  Butterflies were settling in the pit of your stomach.  In fact, you had been incredibly nervous all morning.

Today was the day you set out again among the stars with the Doctor and Donna after weeks living a normal life.  But more than that, today was you and the Doctor’s one year anniversary, and you’d prepared a very special gift for him in your weeks away.

The Doctor didn’t know, but you’d started a YouTube channel a while back after the sleepless nights became a bit too much.  It’d started as an outlet for your emotions, a way for you to sing and songwrite without a care, but you’d grown to have quite a few subscribers over the past six months.  

Then, with a few weeks off and nothing to do, you’d enlisted the help of Donna to make your first ever music video.  The song was simply titled, “The Adventure”, and you dedicated it to the Doctor and your adventures together.  Today you were going to show it to him, as a gift for your one year anniversary.

But, you thought nervously, What if he doesn’t like it?  What if he thinks I’m a bad singer?  You glanced again at Donna, who mouthed the words “go on!” and jerked her head at the Doctor, who was absorbed in fixing the console.

“Um, Doctor?” You said nervously.

“Yeah?” 

“Today is our one-year anniversary.”

There was a pause, then the Doctor slid out from under the console, a wide grin on his face.

“Is it really?” He exclaimed. “Then today is a very special day indeed!” He hopped up and dusted off his coat, shoving the sonic back in his pocket.

“Yeah, it is,” You said. “Listen; I, um . . . wrote you a song.” The Doctor stared at you for a moment, his grin growing even wider.

“Really?” He said in a soft, wonderous tone.  “I’ll have to be honest, that’s the first time anyone’s done that for me.”

“It’s on YouTube,” You said. “Let me just-” You fumbled with your phone for a moment, and went to stand beside him.  Donna stood behind, leaning against the railing.

You pulled up the music video, and the Doctor watched, and listened.  His eyes grew wider and more awe-filled with each lyric, and towards the end, you swore you saw a slight glimmer of tears.  He let out a small gasp as the song faded out, and you shuffled your feet anxiously.

“So,” You said after a moment of silence. “Did-did you like it?”

The Doctor’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Donna laughed.

“I think he liked it.”

“Liked it?” The Doctor whispered. “I didn’t like it, I LOVED IT!”  He shouted the last part, and, laughing in glee, he pulled you into a tight embrace.  You hugged him back, relief pouring into you.

“Oh you are brilliant,” He said. “You are so, so brilliant; I didn’t even know you could sing!”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” You giggled, and he hugged you tighter, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Oh, and would you look at that!” Donna said. “Number one on YouTube trending for the entire country!”  She gestured at the blue indicator just below the video.  You gaped at her, then at the video, then at the Doctor, whose shock and excitement reflected your own.   You squeaked and buried your face in the Doctor’s shoulder. I did that!  I actually did that!

“My sweetheart, trending number one,” The Doctor said. “I’m so proud!”

“Well, this deserves a special trip, now doesn’t it, Doctor?” Donna asked, raising an eyebrow.

“RIGHT!”  The Doctor released you, and started running about the console, flicking switches and turning knobs. “I know the perfect place!”  He grinned at you, and you smiled back.

“Where are we going?” You asked.  He winked.

“It’s a surprise,” He said. “But don’t worry, love.  After all,” He shoved the main lever and the TARDIS whirred to life, taking you on another grand adventure. “Life’s waiting to begin!”

[swanjolras-blog-archive-deactiv]

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

[westbrookwestbooks]

So, I have to say something. 

This is my favorite post on this website. 

I’ve seen this post in screenshots before, and the first time I read it, I cried. Just sat there with tears running down my face. 

Because this, right here, is the best of us, we humans. That we hope, and dream of the stars, and we don’t want to be alone. That this is the best of our technology, not Terminators and Skynet, but our friends, our companions, our legacy. Our message to the stars. 

I’m flat out delighted, and maybe even a little honored, that I get to reblog this.

[dharmagun]

when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit.

i am straight up whimpering in an unmanly fashion

[thedeca-ao3]

Simple Circular Gallifreyan Phone Wallpapers

(The writing in the first one says “The Deca”.)

[entertainmentnerdly]

Made this ages ago, finally found a sub that will (hopefully) appreciate it via /r/DoctorWhumour https://ift.tt/2LeG1NY

[chocolatequeennk]

Reunion Fic Rec List

During Doomsday Month, I posted a daily reunion or fixit fic rec. I’ve been meaning to put those into a rec list, and somehow it never happened. Well, since today is Fanfic Writers Wednesday, it seems like a good time for a rec list. Next week, I’ll do the fixit fics.

Many of these are older, because I was focusing on ones that might have been forgotten in the annals of time. I’ll be adding to these lists continually though, so newer works will be included eventually. 

The “Other Doctor” category is for stories where Rose interacts almost exclusively with a Doctor other than Ten. Usually, that Doctor brings her back to Ten, but not until the very end of the story.

Ten x Rose, Teen and below

Dance by Karenbee

Three Words by jedlee07

Master and Commander by Lena86

Burning up a Sun by Lena86

She’s the One You Lost by Liisa

Twist of Fate by surrexi

Time Lords and Tour Guides by Jessa L’Rynn

If Found, Please Return by Jessa L’Rynn

Turn Your Back, Look Away, and Blink by Lumendea

Arriving and Hoping by Arwen Kenobi

 The Master Speed LupineTempest

To Be With My Love, On Christmas Day by cookie2697

Total Eclipse by RamblingRose

The Engineer’s Gift by shan21non

Limit of the Void by Rachel_Lu

No Matter How Your Heart is Grieving by nocookiesjustbooks

Only Time by orianna2000

The Victorian, the Bookstore, and the Fireplace by @kelkat9

Beneath the Midnight Sky by @timelordinvictus

Imbalance by Adhara Tamar

But Being Spent (self-rec)

Stars and Cigarettes by @jaxin88

Once More Unto the Breach by @lauraxxtennant

A Promise of Forever by @bluedawn0123

Once Upon a Dream (self-rec)

Ten x Rose, adult

Ebb and Flow by PleasedasPunch

Dreams Do Come True by @dettiot

The Lame Shall Enter First by @timelordinvictus

So Keep Breathing by jinni

We Are Never Alone (series) by @hellostarlight20

Higher Dimensional Travel by @tenscupcake

Desperado by @bubblygal92

Other Doctor, Teen and below

Mouth Full of White Lies by @perfectlyrose (Eight)

Terra Glacies by vampiyaa (Whose tumblr I can’t find?) (Four)

Silhouette by @bubblygal92 (Three)

Other Doctor, adult

Past, Present, and Future (series) by @bluedawn0123 (Eight, Nine, Ten, and Eleven)

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

david tennant

Not sure what this is about but yes I agree.

[thephoenixdoctor]

Doctor Who Imagine/Reaction #2: You flinch during an argument (Tenth Doctor)

Same as the last one, but how would the tenth doctor react different?

(Tw: Implied past abuse, arguments, flashbacks)

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  Are you okay?”

If there was something you’d learned while travelling with the Doctor, it’s that he really didn’t like talking about his past.  This was something you related to strongly, having not had the greatest past either.  Still, you couldn’t help but be curious.  So you asked him, a little at a time, but he always avoided answering. It was during one of your hang-out sessions in the TARDIS that he finally responded, though not in the way you’d hoped.

“So, um, do you have any family?”  You asked, leaning against the TARDIS console.  The Doctor paused in reading his book.

“No.  Just me,” He replied shortly, turning the page.

“Did you have family before the Time War?” Again the Doctor paused, and you could see his hands tighten around the book.  Unheeding this warning, you continued.

“It must have been difficult, making the choice you did,” You mused. “I don’t know if I would’ve been able to do it.”

“Do what?” The Doctor’s voice was measured, controlled, but you could hear restrained anger.

“Kill them all,” You said.  The book fell to the floor, pages splaying open.  The Doctor’s gaze was furious, and he stood up suddenly.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” He stalked forward, taking long strides toward you. You backed away from the TARDIS console, putting your hands up in a placating gesture. “I watched them all die!   I’m the only one left!  Why are you interrogating me?  You’re always asking questions about Gallifrey, about the Time War, when I just want to forget they happened!  Why are you always pushing me!?” 

Why are you always pushing me.  Your breath caught in your throat.  That was what he used to say.  It was my fault, it- The Doctor grabbed hold of the front of your jacket and you squeaked, knees buckling.  You threw your arms desperately in front of your face, trying to ward off any blows that might follow.

“I’m sorry,” You babbled. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t hurt me.” You heard the Doctor’s breath hitch. His hands went slack, and you crumpled to the floor at his feet, memories overtaking you.  You could smell his cheap cologne, feel the insistent huffs of his breath, he was right there, right in front of you-

Gentle arms enveloped your body, pulling you close.  The smell of sweat and cologne was overrun by the smell of faint candy and peppermint, and the huffs of anger were replaced by shaky breaths. You felt the soft, rough cotton of the Doctor’s pinstripe suit, and instantly you were back.  Back in the TARDIS, the whirring and faint creaking of metal.

“It’s alright,” He murmured. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”  You buried your face in the crook of his neck and let out a shaky sob.  The Doctor rocked gently from side to side.  He rubbed your back and whispered things, reassurance in languages long forgotten.  Eventually, you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered after a long while.   The Doctor exhaled sharply, and pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes.

“Don’t,” He whispered. “Whatever you do, don’t be sorry.”

“But I’ve brought back bad memories for you,” You protested softly. “I’m really sorry.”

“And I’ve brought back bad memories for you,” The Doctor pointed out. “And for that I’m sorry.” He cupped your face gently in one hand, and your tearful gaze met his. “I’m so, so sorry.”

And somehow, just from that, you knew everything would be okay.

[ursaspecter]

Former Doctor Who fans getting into Good Omens and seeing David Tennant everywhere like

[johannesviii]

Requested by @pomrania: a compilation of Doctor Who ace textpost memes.

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