and maybe a tardis or two

Imagine...Jensen Being Cute

Originally posted by supernatxralgifs

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jensen x reader like that? Like Jensen is doing a signing at a con and his best friend (reader) is on line to jokingly get an autograph and he sees her and writes “I love you” on something and then gives it to her and then just fluffy cuteness overload?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

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It all points to you - pt.1

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Soulmate AU requested by anon.
One shot(x) or Chapter (x) pt.½ || (next part)
Word count:
Warnings: none
Fluff? Maybe a Tiny Speck of angst?
A/N: I’m tremendously sorry for all the tardiness!! University has started so it’s all gotten pretty hectic.. to make it to to you, I’ve decided this is gonna be a two chapter fic! The next chapter will be probably uploaded next week tho, as I have yet to finish it. Also, this isn’t some of my best work.. it really isn’t…so please bear with me. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!

The world seemed to work in odd, surprising ways. For every person existed another, tied together by an inconspicuous red string of fate. Those, no one could see, though they had no reason to. On each person’s wrist lay imprinted a compass, working restlessly all hour of every day of every year, hoping for the bearers’ attention to glance their way just at the right moment, just at the right second the string’s ends could intertwine.

At least half of the population was a result of this, of having been aware at the time their half crossed their path. They were, mostly, the married and the bearers of children.

Some say it destiny proven to be true. Yet in the back of most people’s minds flashed a thought very possible. That is, while they say that, one way or another, pairs will have more than one chance to meet, there are those who never stop wondering.

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Imagine the Doctor giving you his coat

(Requested by anonymous)

And here we are. In the middle of nowhere.
It’s cold and there is no life to be seen anywhere.
Long story short, the TARDIS landed here, in the middle of nowhere, and when you and the Doctor came out it started rebuilding itself, not letting you two in.

‘’Why does she always do this to me! She could have landed somewhere civilized at least!’’ the Doctor whined.
‘’Or somewhere warm.’’ you added.
You sat yourself down on a stone wall nearby and tried to warm yourself up, rubbing your arms.

You let out a big sigh, because it’s not helping a bit.
When you feel something big and warm being draped over you, you look up and see the Doctor, coatless.
‘’You’re going to get cold.’’ you said.
‘’Well, maybe, but i can’t stand seeing you shivering.’’ he said, and you swore you saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

‘’Come here, maybe your coat is big enough for the two of us.’’ you smiled.
The Doctor sat down with a sigh and you huddled together, using the Doctor’s coat as a blanket.

When the TARDIS was done rebuilding and you were warm and cozy in your bed, the Doctor came to your room.
‘’Could we…maybe…cuddle?’’ he asked.
You only nodded before pulling the blankets back, and the Doctor gladly accepted your invite.
‘’Thank you.’’ he mumbled in your hair.

A/N and so the ahoge saga continues… will it ever end?

Ahoge Saga: Makoto | Komaru | Hajime | Matsuda

Munakata Gets an Ahoge and Sakakura & Yukizome Lose Their Shit

Munakata has never learned the true value of a well kept look until this fateful day.

It was bound to happen, sooner or later. In hindsight, this was all perfectly preventable and yet he had failed to do so. In fact, he had recklessly dug his own grave. He had been overworking himself lately, more often than not. Everyday he’d work harder than the day before and increasingly, he began to neglect his own care. He was overworking himself to an early grave.

In fact, the usually prim and proper man had his sharpness dulled by stress and not enough hours of sleep. It had gotten to the point where he would collapse as soon as he’d get home, completely ignoring how uncomfortable it was to sleep in working clothes. Well to be fair, this was the first time he had been so negligent of himself and given his work ethics, he thought it was more appropriate to call him being indulgent instead.

Either way, it didn’t change the fact that Munakata had slept at the door again. A quick glance at his phone’s clock told him that he’d be running late for a meeting if he dawdled any longer. His hand tiredly dragged over his face as he then let out an exasperated sigh which suspiciously sounded like a yawn. Well he knew that the people he would be meeting wouldn’t mind seeing him in such haphazard attire and he would rather be less presentable than late.

If only he took the time to at least brush his hair then maybe he could have avoided the disaster altogether.

“Pardon my tardiness. I’m glad you two made time for me.” Munakata greeted his friends with a tone that was less stern than what he used with colleagues.

“Kyosuke!” Yukizome called back at him, her face was absolutely radiant with that wide grin of hers.

Until her eyes caught something.

“Oh no…” Her face instantly blanched and her voice shook in apprehension. “Please say it isn’t so…”

“Munakata!” Sakakura called out to him but he was also tight-lipped. A hollow laugh escaped his lips. “To think that this day would actually come.”

Munakata looked back at his friends and their odd behavior. Wasn’t it too early for theatrics? How strange because even if they did start early, this wasn’t their usual antics. Something was off. They both stared at him with certain seriousness in their eyes and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. Those eyes were filled with just as much resignation as they did with determination.

And contrary to theirs, his was full of confusion.

“How cruel!” Yukizome broke into tears and hiccups. “I always knew you were destined for greatness but this is too much!”

“Dammit!” Sakakura in his frustration, slammed his fists against the table. “If this is how it is then I’m not backing out on this. I’m going to walk through hell and back for you.” With you, he almost said.

“Excuse me but what is the meaning of this?” Munakata asked, befuddled.

“He’s not even aware of it yet!” Yukizome gasped and then covered her face with both hands just as more tears flowed. “Juzo, you tell him. I don’t think my heart can take it if I see the moment his heart breaks.”

“Stuck with the dirty job, huh? Well it’s not like I’d turn you down. Someone has to tell him and I’d rather it be you or me…” Sakakura’s bittersweet smile was haunting. But only for a second. In the next moment, he had his lips pressed into a thin line as he then raised his phone with the screen facing his best friend. “Don’t worry. This changes nothing. We still got your back.”

Before Munakata could question his choice of words, his own words got caught in his throat as he saw his reflection for the first time on that day.

Munakata had an ahoge.

“I…” His throat was suddenly dry at the revelation. “I don’t understand.” But he did, he actually did to some degree which was why this development was so shocking to him. Why? Why now? He knew that he had the potential but this… this was never part of his plans, no, his goals.

“You’re a protagonist now, Kyosuke.” Yukizome sniffled as she tenderly held his hand with both of hers, tears shining in the corners of her eyes. “Congratulations on making it to the big league. I know that the path before you is now tougher than before but I believe in you. If anyone can pull this off then it’s you.”

“Look at you, can you get any cooler than this?” It was a rhetorical question. Sakakura knew that the answer was most likely “yes” and it would always be “yes” as long as Munakata was involved. The corner of his lips were pulled into a smirk as his eyes shone with admiration. “Don’t go leaving us behind just because you levelled up. You’re going to get our help whether you like it or not because there ain’t no way in hell that you’re going to face this alone.”

His two best friends smiled at him expectantly.

“I…” Munakata was speechless but he knew that they deserved better than silence. They were right and like always, they grounded him to reality. A smile of his own was forming on his lips as he said, “I’ll do my best. Thank you for staying by my side. And I hope you’d continue to support me as always. Let’s give it our all!”

The three best friends broke into cheer and celebrated for the rest of the day. Whatever plot or character development that the future has in store for him, he would courageously face them all head on. After all, he knew that no matter what, these two would always be there to catch him should he ever fall.

However, the next day, the stubborn cowlick was gone after Munakata had taken a bath… and they never spoke of that incident again.


My take on the prompts for Otayuri week!

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Chapter 1: August 2017 (Confessions)


Saturday Morning


From: Beka [5.45 am]

Good morning, Yura.

To: Beka [5.46 am]


how was ur run

From: Beka [5.46 am]

It was nice. It’s not too hot in the morning.

To: Beka [5.48 am]


ill text u when im done runnin

From: Beka [5.50 am]



yuri-plisetsky posted an image

Ready for my morning run! #nocoffeeyet #ihatewakingupthisearly #NOTamorningperson

From: Beka [6.00 am]

Your hair looks really nice today.

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Basic training

Percival Graves had not been preparing and becoming the best auror of MACUSA just to be part of a basic training program, just to be a teacher, he even hated the word for Lewis’ sake. So, no, Picquery will not convince him to do such thing, his skills and power was for better use on the field, chasing and bringing criminals to justice.

“Don’t be like that, Percival,” Seraphina, exasperated, decided to drop formalities for a minute. “It’s necessary, all our workers, even the ones that are not aurors, need to learn the basics of defense and attack.”

“They all went to school, didn’t they?” Graves huffed.

“Yes, but it’s not the same; you have been in real fights, you are an experienced auror, I’m sure you have a few things you could teach them they’d never learn at any school.” She insisted.

She had a point, but he’d never admit it.

“I’ll be waisting my time.”

Seraphina rolled her eyes, tired.

“Fine. Be that way. I’ll find another auror.”

Graves tried to hide the triumphant smile that was forming on his face.


At the end of the day, Picquery chose Goldstein to teach the class. It was going to be a short one though, every single afternoon for a week, just to give some tips and advices in hexes for the wizards to use during a fight.

It was a good choice, auror Goldstein seemed dedicated and responsible. But, most importantly, she’d do it while Graves could focus his time on other things…

“You’ll do fine,” he told her, taking pity on her; there were a few minutes left and she was outside of the auditorium, waiting for everyone to show up.

“I’ve never spoken in front of so many people before,” she confessed. “But I think I could handle it.”

She got distracted by something at the end of the hallway. Graves followed the direction of her gaze just when she started to smile. Goldstein was looking at her sister and the man next to her.

The… lovely man next to her, Graves mentally corrected himself as his eyes laid on said wizard. He had messy reddish curls and a shy smile lighting up a face full of freckles.

“Who’s he?” He asked before he could stop himself, he didn’t even take his eyes off him.

“That’s Newt Scamander, my friend. He came back to New York to visit us. And since he’s staying​ a few days I told him to take the training, because that man seems to be followed by danger wherever he goes.” She added looking at him fondly.

Graves’ lips quirked up, almost involuntary as he looked how Newt moved his hands in the air, whatever he was telling Miss Goldstein he was very excited about. Yes, he had heard about him, he was the only one to realize the Grindelwald wearing Graves’ skin wasn’t the real Director of Magical Security. Before he wanted to thank him, now he wanted so much more from the man.

Graves blinked, surprised by his own thoughts. He hadn’t never felt so… attracted to someone like that.

“Actually… Madam President just told you are not going to give the lessons, but me,” he told her.

Auror Goldstein looked confused.

“But I thought you didn’t want to do it, Sir,” she said.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Graves replied, making every effort not to look at Newt while saying it.



Graves saw Newt getting in the auditorium and followed him right behind. He chuckled when the man turned around and realized who was he.

“Mr Graves!” He squeaked, almost jumping.

“You must be Newt Scamander, the magizoologist,” Graves smirked, taking a step closer to the man.

“Uh, oh… Yes! It’s a pleasure to finally meet the real you!” Newt babbled, looking adorable while doing it.

“The pleasure is mine,” Graves assured, purring. He had decided he was going to is everything he knew about seduction and flirtation just to make Newt to stay in New York permanently with him.

“So… Where’s Tina?” Newt was so flustered he didn’t know what to say except to talk about his friend.

“She’s not going to come,” Graves informed him. “I’m the one in charge of this training. I’m sure you and I are going to have so much fun.”

Newt’s shocked and flushed face was worth everything.


It was better that Graves had expected. He started to remind everyone the basics of self defensive magic, which everyone knew already, but he told them the right time to use each spell and how to make sure it’ll work in their favor.

He made them train in the room and had them forming duos or teams of three, but he always kept Newt to himself. He convinced the man it was better for him to try the hexes under his supervision, that way Graves could correct his posture by putting a hand on his back or taking his​ head in his hands to move it tenderly to one side or another. He also got as humanly close as he could to Newt’s body when he was telling him how to cast a particular spell.

Graves was enjoying the whole thing maybe a little too much.

And thanks to Newt’s tardiness, Graves had the perfect excuse to make him stay after the class and be alone with him.

The only problem was that even though everyone seemed to notice his attempts the object of his affections did not. Newt was completely oblivious.

It was really frustrating.


He knew Picquery was going to talk to him, so he wasn’t surprised she stopped him in the hallway two days later outside his office.

“I heard rumors,” was the first thing she said and it looked like she was holding back an amused smile. “But I like to know things first hand so tell me… why did you decide you wanted to be in charge of the basic training program? You told me you hated the idea.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” he told her the same as he said to Goldstein.

Graves didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of a real answer, but Mercy Lewis was not on his side that day because the lovely magizoologist was walking down the hallway and stopped right next to them.

He beamed at them and Graves was a weak man and Newt’s smile was something irresistible so obviously he grinned back like an idiot.

“Mr Graves, I wanted to thank you, the lessons have been really helpful, but I don’t think I can stay for the three left so I-”

Graves panicked, but thankfully it didn’t show up in his features, he was one of the most powerful aurors after all, he couldn’t let anyone see him panicking.

He took Newt’s hands, cutting the man off.

“No, Mr Scamander, you must stay for the rest of the lessons, it’s important and it’ll help you on your line of work I can assure you,” Graves hoped he didn’t sound desperate because he was. “You must remain in New York.”

Stay with me, he bit the words before they escaped his mouth.

“Well… If you think it’s really necessary…” He trailed off and blushed when Graves caressed his freckled cheek.

“Yes, it is.”

“Okay… I-I will tell Queenie and Tina I’ll stay with them a few more days,” he said.

“You can stay with me,” the auror blurted out and he could swear he heard Seraphina chuckling behind him.

“You’re very kind, Mr Graves, but that won’t be necessary,” Newt smiled, before excusing himself and walked away.

Graves groaned, he had been so close. He was sure he could have convinced him to move in with him. Next time then…

Seraphina cleared her throat.

“So I didn’t believe when they told me you were crushing harder than a twelve year old, but now I can see it's​ completely true,” she laughed.

Graves glared at her, but he knew she was right he was completely gone.

“I don’t blame you, he’s cute,” she commented, grinning when Graves growled at her. “Oh my friend, you got it so bad.”

The auror sighed. He looked at her for a second before coming up with a very nice idea.

“Offer him a job,” he asked. “Please.”

“So you’re serious with him,” she quirked up both her eyebrows.

Graves nodded.

“You’re lucky I was just planning to do it,” Seraphina said. “Because I truly believe we could use a man like Mr Scamander here.”

“Thanks,” he breathed.


Graves was watching Newt talking with auror Goldstein about a… Niffler? At least that’s what he thought he had heard. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation to be quite honest, although he knew he should start to find out more about magical creatures if he wanted to keep Newt’s attention on him.

Graves licked his lips in anticipation, now that Newt had accepted the job it was just a question of time… He was going to be all his.

“kakashi is a shitty sensei” drabble for @mouseymightymarvellous !!

basically a condensed version of a fic I wanna write one day hehe


It was only natural for Kakashi to assume that his duties as the sensei for his genin team would be put on hold when two of his three students left Konoha (one for definitely more controversial reasons than the other).

However, maybe he should have considered the fact that his remaining student might still be interested in continuing her training with him.

A full week passed after Naruto left to train abroad with Jiraiya - a touching farewell at the Konoha gate where both Kakashi and Sakura wished Naruto luck on his training - and, unbeknownst to Kakashi, Sakura continued to head to the bridge Team 7 met at before training, every morning. Of course, for the first two days, she waited because she was never under the impression that Kakashi would no longer be her sensei (and she waited well past the time her tardy teacher usually finally made his appearance before returning home, confused and upset) but, by the third day, she stood on the bridge for more sentimental reasons, quietly contemplating the small stream below as she wondered how her teammates were doing and why her sensei seemed to be avoiding her.

(He wasn’t doing it on purpose, he’d just kind of… forgotten about her.)

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Tension at the Office

Character: Jessica (SNSD)
Word count: 2519
Summary: CEO Jessica Jung always took her work seriously. Even if she had to work with an infuriating, tardy woman in tight dresses and high heels | #(slight)smut #fluff #office!au
Warnings: slightly smutty themes (business woman Jess got me feeling things …), slight bad language

Originally posted by heyjessica

She couldn’t help the way her eyes rolled when you walked into her office, twenty minutes late and beaming to the brim with a smile.

“Good morning, Jessica! Sorry I’m late!”

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The Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff was, pretty much, the best thing ever. 

I’m so happy I got to experience it before it closes. I was so happy being there. I gasped, laughed, cried (twice, or maybe three times). I’ve seen my favorite monsters, my favorite companions, my favorite Doctors, ALL THE DOCTORS. I saw my first Tardis console, and I saw the first Tardis console. I left something at Ianto’s shrine. I gasped “no” when I saw a certain mortuary stone. Or two. I couldn’t stop grinning. I remembered so many things I have forgotten over the years. I learned many things I did not know before.

I’ve been watching this show for about seven years now. I remember I started binge watching it after Tennant’s last series. I feel like the Doctor and I have gone through so many things together, through experiences and emotions, but I don’t think anything will ever be able to top this.

The Doctor Who Experience is exactly that, an experience. It was different from anything I’ve ever done before, it was a whirlwind and fun, so much fun. I’ll forever refer to it as The Experience. 

I left a little bit of my heart in Cardiff Bay. And a little more of my tears, a whole lot of happines. 

But I have a Tardis key now. I’m an official companion. So is @mr-stevens-head-of-catering

And I really enjoyed 10x1. I’m excited for what’s to come, be it smiles, tears, or emoji robots, aparently. Fun!

anonymous asked:

Clara being in her teaching job but something goes wrong one day or maybe she's dreaming, but her class are children version of the incarnations of the different Doctors. She also has to deal with Missy who winds her up as well a human version of the Tardis who seems to tell stories backwards. (Can you tell I literally came up with this cause of the childrens work I'm doing?)

Clara has a tendency to daydream in class. Mainly about there being fourteen little Time Lords in front of her, and dear god, they’re irritating. There’s One and Two, who are serious and rather tight-laced. They tend to sit in the corner and stare at her balefully, challenging whatever she says. Three is keen on mechanics and loud colours, so Clara tends to occupy him with colouring books and Lego sets, and she burns off his energy by teaching him Venusian Aikido. Four tends to sit in the middle of the room wrapped up in his scarf, beaming at Clara in a way she’s fairly certain is intended to be encouraging, but kind of gives her the creeps. Occasionally, he, Three and Five team up and tear around the classroom, Five brandishing a cricket bat as he does so and leaving Clara concerned for her globe and her abacus. Six is picked on by the others for his curls and his loud clothes, and he tries to pretend he isn’t bothered by this, but Clara knows better. Seven is tiny and enigmatic, and has a tendency to open his umbrella indoors and invoke Clara’s wrath. He gets around this by writing her short stories, which she keeps in a binder in her desk. Eight is rather serious and very interested in girls. Namely Clara. She spends a lot of time rolling her eyes at him. War… well, War spends a lot of time fighting with the other boys, and sulking. Nine spends most of his time trying to make peace with War, and with himself, as well as smuggling chips into class. Ten… well, Ten is a force of nature, twirling around in his long coat and shouting “allons-y!”, although he’s not entirely sure what it means. Eleven is the one to watch though - always distracting the other boys and talking at a thousand miles an hour, or eating strange combinations of foods. Clara loves him to pieces for it, but her favourite is Twelve, who is quiet and shy and tends to hide behind her legs at break times. He does a great deal of sums, and gazes at her adoringly. He also spends a great deal of time competing with Missy for Clara’s attention, because Missy is loud and raucous and breaks things a lot. Namely Clara’s storytelling machine, TARDIS, which the boys have spent the last six months trying to fix… and failing. Missy finds this hilarious.

billions of years

Hey, so I instantly fell in love with immortal space girlfriends, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them so I wrote this. Can also be found here on AO3. Come yell at me after if you want :)

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Pairing: Clara x Ashildr

“So, all of time and space at our fingertips,” Clara said, fiddling with some of the buttons on the TARDIS console. “Where do you want to go?”

Ashildr considered for a moment. “Probably not Earth. I’ve spent far too much time there.”

Clara nodded. “Planets then. Well, there’s an entire universe of them, so you’re in luck.”

“What about Barcelona?”

Clara was confused. “I thought you didn’t want to go to Earth.”

Ashildr laughed. “No, there’s a planet called Barcelona. Apparently they have dogs with no noses.”

“I see,” Clara smiled. “Are you telling me you want our first stop to be somewhere with lots of puppies?”

Ashildr titled her head to the side. “But puppies!”

“Oh no, I’m agreeing with you,” Clara grinned. “It’s just after all the time you’ve lived I didn’t expect your first request to be so…” she trailed off thoughtfully.

“So what?” Ashildr prompted, watching as Clara glided around the console, occasionally flipping a switch.

“So cute,” Clara said. “Puppies.”

“Most people’s weakness,” Ashildr explained, fighting down the blush on her cheeks. She was billions of years old, damnit; she would not be caught blushing simply because Clara had called her cute.

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Requested by fabulouspotatosister: Sweetheart, request as much as you want. They’re fun for me to write, and I like filling requests for people. It makes me feel fuzzy inside when I see the happy reblog.

“We did it!”

Sometimes the Doctor was just a little bit too cheery. Although, in this case, he was perfectly justified. You did just escape death-by-exploding-TARDIS, after all, and that was worth being cheerful for.

“Yeah,” you breathed, slumped against the control console. Man, that was a close one. That could have been bad. Very bad. Death-bad. “We did.”

What you had done, you weren’t sure, but the Doctor had told you to do it and the mauve alarm had stopped flashing and that shrill whistle was finally silent and the TARDIS wasn’t rocking back and forth anymore, so you could only assume that it had worked. And that you weren’t going to die, which was good.

The Doctor was at your side out of nowhere. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you assured him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“C'mere,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. “Shh, easy. It’s okay.”

“I just said I’m fine,” you muttered, but who were you to resist a hug from the Doctor? You gripped the fabric of his suit, not wanting to pull away. Every hug from the Doctor was something you treasured. If you were smart, you wouldn’t torture yourself with all this closeness, all this touching that would have been, from any human, rather suggestive of… something. Anything. Any possibility of a thing that was vaguely more-than-friendly-like. But no, of course this was not so with the Doctor. He couldn’t just-

Oh, who were you kidding? The Doctor was a romantic; he just wasn’t a romantic with you. And just so, you thought. He was, as some might put it, “way out of your league.” And you knew it. So you wouldn’t sulk like a little girl. No. You would sulk like a grown woman, staying up until the crack of dawn with your favorite food and a good movie and some stolen hugs from the Doctor.

“If you say so,” the Doctor finally conceded. “How about we stay in tonight, huh? I think that was more than enough near-death experience for one evening.”

“Definitely,” you agreed. Well, it was time for a shower. Or a bath. And a nap. That had been an exhausting experience. Or, well, if you were going to make this a indulge-myself-because-I-nearly-died therapy session, why not take a nap in a bath? The TARDIS would keep the water fresh and warm and it wasn’t like anyone was going to care if you got pruny. Oh, yes. This was a good idea. There was only one obstacle between you and a therapy bath that potentially could include bubbles.

The Doctor wasn’t letting go.

“Mm… Doctor?”

“Oh!” The Doctor took a few steps back from you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” you said, and in a desperate attempt to make sure he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea, you said, “I like hugs.”

Well, dumber things had come out of your mouth before, but the Doctor was either oblivious or was kindly ignoring the blurb of awkward that had just slipped out of your mouth.

“Um… well, y'see, the thing is…” The Doctor was doing that eye thing, where he would look at you a bit sideways and squint. It always made him look a bit guilty, although the expression was actually a sign of anxiousness, you were discovering. He scratched the back of his neck, another anxious habit, and you were immediately on alert. "You’re brilliant, you know that?“

"You might have mentioned it once or twice.” He had. It was like his catchphrase. Save the Earth? You’re brilliant! Talk to aliens without being weirded out? You’re brilliant! Give him a banana? You’re brilliant! But then again, you tried not to take anything the Doctor said too seriously. He had once been in the habit of calling you foolish girl and stupid ape, so you knew his words, even the complimentary ones, were to be taken with a grain of salt.

“No, I mean, really brilliant,” the Doctor insisted. “I mean, we do this stuff, all the time, nearly dying, and sometimes you lose your cool but you never give up. And regeneration! You stuck through regeneration and just accepted that I’m still me even though I’m nothing like old me was, and nobody does that!”

Ah. The Regeneration Incident. That had been a lot of fun. You wondered if this was finally the day when you would look back on that event and laugh off how traumatizing it had been for everyone involved, but the Doctor didn’t look to be in the laughing mood. And, he wasn’t done.

The Doctor was swaying back and forth on his feet, scuffing his trainers and running his hands through his hair. You leaned back a little bit, confused. He should be relaxed, not stressed out. You had just successfully survived. What was his problem?

“Do you know that I watch you?”

… Well. That was a new one. “Um…”

“I do,” he said, working his jaw. “I watch you. I know humans get a bit freaked out by that, but it’s a Gallifreyan thing. We watch time, we watch the universe, we watch… important things. I watch you ‘cause I can’t not watch you. Because you’re in my brain, all the time. I’m afraid of lettin’ my gob run without checkin’ it, 'cause I know that if I’m not careful, I’m gonna mention you every other sentence. That’s crazy!” He wildly threw his arms up in the air to emphasize his point, but you thought the way his hair was defying gravity was probably a better illustration. Wait, no, it was time to be serious. The Doctor was being serious. Leave the hair alone. Do not fantasize about ruffling. “That’s absolutely crazy! Loco, bonkers, off my rocker! My big, superior, Time Lord brain, and all I can think about is…”

There were a lot of directions this could be going in, but you had half an idea that it was going somewhere emotionally dangerous. “Is..?”

The Doctor stepped close to you, so close that you thought that he was going for another hug, but his hands -his manly, hairy hands that he was so proud of- reached up to cup your face. He leaned down so that his forehead nearly bumped yours.

“You fill my head,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone, and you noted that his breath smelled like banana and cinnamon. That, of course, before you realized exactly what it was that he said. Your heart stuttered at the implication. "I hate going on adventures without you. I want to show you everything, I want to know what you think; I want to have you be with me, always. Forever. Because you were my best mate, and you still are, but you’re so much more than that and you’re amazing and brilliant and if I ever lose you I don’t think I’ll… I just… I want… Please.“

"I…” What were you supposed to say? I love you? No, you couldn’t say that! No, no, no-no-no. Your mind went to Red Alert when you realized that the Doctor was waiting for some sort of response and you were so without a proper answer that you were learning the true meaning of the phrase 'tongue like lead.’

Wait, what was he doing? He was pulling away!

The disappointment and hurt in his eyes was like a punch in the gut.

“It’s alright,” he said with a weak, thin smile that lied, lied, lied, filthy lying liar who lies. “I didn’t expect you to feel the same-”

It was only two seconds. Maybe just one. But in those two-seconds-maybe-one, your experienced what the Doctor might have identified as some sort of Time Sense. You saw your life, from this point on, without the Doctor. It wasn’t half bad. In fact, it was quite pleasant. You were married, successful in a career that you enjoyed, and surrounded by friends you would gain over the years. But then you imagined life with the Doctor. It was wild, and a bit scary, and there were certainly no mortgages or commuting to work. But you had a key to the TARDIS, and the Doctor looked at you like you held the universe, and there were no boundaries. No walls or fences. And you were so, so happy. With him.

And that only took a second or two. He had dropped his hands from your face and was pulling away, but oh no. That was not gonna happen, not if you had anything to say about it.

You reached out, grabbed the straying Doctor by the collar of his coat (the tie had been tempting but not within reach), and yanked him back to you. Forget whether or not it was in your nature, forget whether or not you were the sort to make life-changing decisions in a split-second, and please, forget caution! Throw it to the wind! Because you were not letting him get away. Not this time, and not because you were too silent to tell him-

“I love you.”

Your imagination realized that it made an error in its prediction of the future and corrected this mistake by adding kissing to the 'stay and love the Doctor forever’ scenario. Lots and lots of kissing. Because the Doctor was good, which was saying something, considering that he was practically attacking your mouth with his mouth. Points for the noises, though. He was whimpering, and you were quite sure that it was the most adorable, desperate sound you had ever heard.

“You mean it?” he panted into your mouth when your mouths finally broke contact, sounding far to close to heartbroken. “Really?”

“I do,” you answered, your bottom lip brushing against his. “More than anything.”

He would say it back to you later. You knew he would. In the meantime, he was going to enthusiastically teach you about all the different types of kisses in the universe. There was, apparently, a whole book about that particular subject. And he had been reading a lot lately.

When I first heard How Big How Blue How Beautiful, I jokingly suggested that it was about The Doctor and the TARDIS. But when I heard the more vocal demo version, the lyrics opened my mind to a ground breaking realization.

“And meanwhile a man was falling from space…” This literally happened with Amy Pond.

The Doctor fell from space in her yard.

“and every day I wore your face…” But after The Doctor left, she kept her belief in him alive by making toys and drawings of him, so she figuratively wore his face.

“And meanwhile a man was falling from space, as he hit the earth I left this place…” Rose Tyler also left immediately after The Doctor returned to take her aboard the TARDIS.

“Let the atmosphere surround me, satelites beside me.” How does the TARDIS allow one to breathe with the open door? With a surrounding atmosphere!

“What are we gonna do? We’ve opened the door and it’s all coming through.” This sounds exactly like what everyone says after going in for the first time.

“Tell me you see it too. We’ve opened our eyes and it’s changing the view.” This sounds exactly like when Donna Noble told the Doctor

‘You’ve opened my eyes Doctor!’

“And every city was a gift!”

“And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips!”

“So much time on the other side, waiting for you to wake up.”

Remember how Rose Tyler was gone for a whole year and she had no idea?

Or how The Doctor went away from Amy Pond meaning to be gone for a few minutes but left for all those years?

And again for two more years?

There was so much time on the other side and they kept on waiting!

“Maybe I’ll see you in another life…”

“…if this one wasn’t enough.”

And of course,

How Big.

How Blue.

How Beautiful.

The whole song is all about Doctor Who, and that is pretty super gosh-darn exciting.


The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 4]

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365

David Tennant is getting his first peek inside the TARDIS wardrobe. It’s actually the TARDIS control room - here, as always, in a warehouse in Newport - redressed with racks of clothes, a whole load of accessories and some tailor’s mannequins. Oh, and a Doctor Who scarf that Phil Collinson’s gran knitted when he was six! It all looks fab.

“Lots of frocks, aren’t there?” says David, gazing around in delight.

Maybe the Doctor was once a transvestite?

“Yes, somewhere in between his Sixth and Seventh incarnations,” he deadpans, pointing at a mannequin in a bright pink shell suit. “Ooh, I like that. That’s what the Eleventh Doctor will wear!”

Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Tomorrow, David will record his ‘rifling through clothes and choosing his new costume’ scene, which is, for those in the know, a bit of a regeneration story tradition.

Other Christmas Invasion behind-the-scenes posts:
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anonymous asked:

Tardises are sentient, so I've always wondered if maybe as they gained that sentience they just got tired of having a generic name that translates to different phrases in different languages. Maybe they heard Susan's "TARDIS" thought at just the right time and went "Well, now we have a real name. We'll be Tardises everywhere" and wrote that into their psychic circuits, Time Lords be damned. It seems like something Tardises would do.

It totally does. But, it also makes me wonder about the structure of this telepathic translation circuit. Like how do they deal with neologism? If someone comes up with a new word, how is it learned across tardises? Do they have to be in proximity to communicate these words? What if there are two competing invented terms for the same thing, and the Tardis must translate it?

(I’ve also just read Unnatural Bodies, by Lawrence Miles, which involves a later mark tardis recollecting her birth and torture at the hands of the timelords to become a proper tardis, and also considering inventing vocabulary to describe her own personal experiences. Are Tardises inherently gestalt entities? Do they play a role in neologism creation when someone is inventing words in their field of influence? SO MANY QUESTIONS)

but anon…..will u love me 5ever…..

ahahahah actually youll probably hate me after this sorry goTTA GO

Right, she typed eagerly, not missing a beat of excitement. Finally a tumblr update that’s actually useful!

She bit the inside of her cheeks and exited the chat box, absent-mindedly checking her activity page and sighing, because truthfully, all she was waiting for was the notification that he had responded.

Of course, lately her thoughts had all revolved around him. She had admired him from afar – his photography was absolutely breathtaking, the most gorgeous, simplistic, but at the same time complex views of nature. A goddamn picture of a leaf he took almost brought her to tears.

She couldn’t quite remember how her half-assed music blog with lame, minimalist quotes (yes, she was that kind of person) had stumbled across his complete and utter prowess – but she had been star-struck instantly, and awkwardly followed him, hoping in shame that she would stay a shadow forever.

Unfortunately for her, the person who ran the blog had a thing for awkward blogs with awkward tags and awkward everything, because it only took him a few minutes to follow back.

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awkwardspacedragon  asked:

Hi, hello, sorry, I'm curious about the hearts thing now, what's the hearts thing?

oh my gosh okay hi hello how are you

the hearts thing is this fun little problem we have in the 60s where a lot of worldbuilding regarding gallifreyans was still ongoing and basic biological facts got kind of confused

  • in “inside the spaceship”/”the edge of destruction” (cox, 1964), one has every appearance of having a singular heart with a humanlike heart rate
  • the man in the velvet mask (o’mahoney, 1996) suggests that this continuity issue is not actually a continuity issue, because gallifreyans are loomed with one heart, and gain the second after their first regeneration
  • however, in frostfire (platt, 2007), first-gen gallifreyans are described as having two hearts; christmas on a rational planet (miles, 1996) describes newbloods as being loomed with two, and does not mention oldbloods at all, so an argument could be made there that it’s only oldbloods with one
  • except, wait, this doesn’t solve anything, because two also only had one heart in “the wheel in space” (de vere cole, 1968), but two in “the dominators” (barry, 1968)!
  • also, having oldbloods loomed with one heart doesn’t make sense, because gallifreyans do not fare well with a singular heart (miles, 2001), and pythian gallifreyans had two hearts as well (platt, 1992).
  • how do we deal with this? well, if you’re in deep enough for dr.nyarlathotep (this is the theory that the other (clough, 1988) was nyarlathotep; it’s also used as a blanket term for anything discussing gallifreyans not being humanoid, which is actually canon, and that’s the definition i’m using here), then hey, everything works out pretty well!
  • dr.who is “transdimensional—something monstrous crammed down into a parody of human flesh” (aaronovitch, 1992); dr.who has referenced humans having too few limbs (cornell, 1991), other gallifreyans have referenced tentacles in casual turns of phrase (barnes, 2004), some other fun or just plain weird lines are scattered around all over the place
  • my favourite quote about them comes from sky pirates! (stone, 1995):

    Just how much of [the Doctor’s appearance] was artifice? To what extent did he actively control the perceptions of those around him? What crawling and gut-wrenching horrors would you actually see if you stripped away the levels of deception and misdirection and looked at him with a…?

    (And just what had exactly had she been thinking about now? Oh well. Probably nothing important.)

  • anyway point is there’s a lot of perception altering that’s very much apparent, particularly in the vnas and in the edas with anji, and there is presumably a perception filter, shimmer, whatever involved in this somewhere, or maybe the Tardis is just in control of making sure people don’t see the wrong thing, like how she’s also in charge of making sure people understand things, and she’s not perfect at either (anghelides, 1999).
  • i would suggest that one (and early-era two) wore a high-quality perception filter, which made them seem actually, properly human. it broke somewhere between “the wheel in space” and “the dominators”, and they started using either a shimmer or just good faith of the Tardis’ abilities; this maintains a humanoid form, but with glitches, and not nearly so complete. you cut one open and they look humanoid. you cut eight open—everyone else has—and… not so much.
  • so like either they just never got around to fixing the perception filter (very possible), or if you’re in for ship-related pain i headcanon that after it broke, jamie was very fond of being able to feel dr.who’s real heartbeat, etc, so they keep putting off fixing the screw that got loose. then “the war games” happened and they didn’t have the heart(s) to fix it

so anyway yeah that’s the hearts thing

Donna and Clara parallels

If I had to choose my two favourite NuWho female companions my answer right now would likely be a tie for Donna Noble and Clara Oswald and the reasons as for why are very similar. Donna and Clara happen to be quite different characters. The overconfident bossy control freak, the bold clever and compassionate teacher vs. the street smart compassionate temp worker who struggles  with her confidence in herself. But at the same time they happen to share two very important characteristics to me.

“You know what’s dangerous about you? It’s not that you make people take risks, it’s that you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don’t want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you’re around.“  Rory Williams (The Vampires of Venice)

DOCTOR: Look, we take this Amy, we leave ours. Only one Amy in the Tardis. Which one do you want?
(The Doctor puts Rory’s hand on the door latch.)
DOCTOR: It’s your choice.
RORY: This isn’t fair. You’re turning me into you.
(The 11th Doctor and Rory in The Girl Who Waited)

As demonstrated above Donna and Clara are by far not the only companions to challenge the Doctor. In fact all three of the Ponds did it during the 11th Doctor’s run (Rory does it on the two occasions mentioned, River does it in A Good Man goes to War and so does Amy in A Town Called Mercy) as did Mickey in the early days of the show. However all of these companions retain some serious hero worship towards the Doctor. I always found it rather astonishing how much worship towards the Doctor Captain Jack could muster given that the Doctor abandoned him in one of his hardest moments back on Platform One when he had to face his immortality. The one man who could actually understand him left him on his own because he looked at him and though that he was wrong due to a situation that happened because Jack fought for the Doctor. Despite that Jack continues to hero worship the Doctor after they are reunited. Not so much Donna and Clara.

Both of them of course adore the Doctor and believe he is wonderful, but at the same time Donna and Clara consider themselves to be every bit as good and as important as the Doctor.

DOCTOR: TARDIS, Time Lord-yeah!
DONNA: Donna, Human-no! I don’t need your permission. I’ll tell them myself. 

(The 10th Doctor and Donna in The Fires of Pompeii)

“Donna. I’m a human being. Maybe not the stuff of legend but every bit as important as Time Lords, thank you.“

(Donna in The Stolen Earth)

DOCTOR: Vesuvius explodes with the force of 24 nuclear bombs. Nothing can survive it. Certainly not us.
DONNA: Never mind us.

(The 10th Doctor and Donna in The Fires of Pompeii)

Here Donna outright spells it out on two occasions in series 4 and when the Doctor is faced with an impossible choice at the end of The Fires of Pompeii she doesn’t let him do it alone, she assumes the same kind of responsibiity as the Doctor does. In Clara we see this shine through in her actions over series 8 and 9, on two ocassions in Flatline and in Death in Heaven she even goes as far as playing the Doctor but also in her words to the Doctor prior to her death.

Why? Why shouldn’t I be so reckless? You’re reckless all the bloody time! Why can’t I be like you?

(Clara in Face the Raven)

Of course she is more breakable than the Doctor but does this mean that she isn’t every bit as good or as important as him? No. She doesn’t let this prevent her from assuming a death which would be worthy even of the Doctor.

DONNA: Doctor! You can stop now!

(Donna in The Runaway Bride)

DONNA: Just promise me one thing. Find someone.
DOCTOR: I don’t need anyone.
DONNA: Yes, you do. Because sometimes, I think you need someone to stop you. 

(The 10th Doctor and Donna in The Runaway Bride)

“Just someone. Please. Not the whole town. Just save someone.” (Donna in The Fires of Pompeii)

You can of course argue that the fact that the Doctor is a Time Lord who has lived over two thousands of years does indeed make him more important and better than mere human beings Donna Noble and Clara Oswald. Of course the Doctor is more experienced, cleverer and less breakable than Donna or Clara.

But on the other hand they have other qualities which make them every bit as important and good as the Doctor - they’re both compassionate to the core and serve as his ultimate moral compass in the days when he steps too far away from humanity and when he needs someone to keep him in check from becoming the Timelord Victorious.

DOCTOR: What? What is it? What?
CLARA: Nothing.
DOCTOR: No, it’s something. Tell me.
CLARA: You told me you wiped out your own people. I just. I never pictured you doing it, that’s all.
MOMENT: Take a closer look.
(It suddenly goes dark.)
CLARA: What’s happening?
WARRIOR: Nothing. It’s a projection.
MOMENT: It’s a reality around you.
(They are seeing Gallifrey at war.)
CLARA: These are the people you’re going to burn?
DOCTOR 10: There isn’t anything we can do.
DOCTOR: He’s right. There isn’t another way. There never was. Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn.
CLARA: Look at you. The three of you. The warrior, the hero, and you.
DOCTOR: And what am I?
CLARA: Have you really forgotten?
DOCTOR: Yes. Maybe, yes.
CLARA: We’ve got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero.
DOCTOR: Then what do I do?
CLARA: What you’ve always done. Be a doctor. You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?
(The fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey.)
DOCTOR 10: Never cruel or cowardly.
WARRIOR: Never give up, never give in.

(The 10th, the 11th and the War Doctor and Clara in The Day of the Doctor)

CLARA: You. Now, you listen to me. You’re going to be alone now, and you’re very bad at that. You’re going to be furious and you’re going to be sad, but listen to me. Don’t let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next… wherever she is sending you, I know what you’re capable of. You don’t be a warrior. Promise me. Be a Doctor.
DOCTOR: What’s the point of being a Doctor if I can’t cure you?
CLARA: Heal yourself. You have to. You can’t let this turn you into a monster. So… I’m not asking you for a promise. I’m giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die, and no-one else, here or anywhere, will suffer.

(The 12th Doctor and Clara in Face the Raven)

Clara does so even in her death. In the kind of moments that the Doctor usually reserves for reflecting on himself prior to regeneration, Clara puts others ahead of herself. While the Doctor does often think of others prior to regeneration (be it 9 and Rose, 10 and all of his companions, 11 and Amy) and Clara tries to encourage herself with whispering “Let me be brave“ to herself prior to the end, his last words tend to focus on himself, there’s a lot of I (9: “And you know what? So was I!“, 10: “I don’t want to go“, 11: “I will always remember when the Doctor was me“) while her last message ultimately lies with continuing to try to morally guide the Doctor, on protecting Ashildr from his rage and on absoluting Rigsy of his guilt.

(( 12 Days of Winterhawk #1 - Tree! I’m late, but I figure it’s better to have +1 more piece of winterhawk art out there even if it means tardiness. Maybe I’ll try to get two done on a single day to catch up? Who knows.

I’m doing these according to the arc I’ve been writing with @hibernamilitis (for whom these are also a big Christmas present!). In a weird mixture of Clint never remembering holidays until they smack him in the face (literally or figuratively) and a post-WS James struggling to find some normalcy (that really, for him, only involves Clint and the world Clint is from, since his own memories are at this point unreachable), they actually did have a tree. It was a tiny one pulled out of a nearby forest, but when you’re on the run, there’s only so much you can do. ))