but i love eleven and amy

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get to know me meme: favorite relationships [1/5] - eleventh doctor and amy pond

↳ It’s funny, I thought, if you could hear me, I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you’ll have a mum and dad, and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best. (…) And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond… and the days that never came. The cracks are closing. But they can’t close properly ‘til I’m on the other side. I don’t belong here anymore. I think I’ll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. Bye-bye, Pond.

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Doctor, it’s happening. It’s changing me. It’s changing my thoughts. I can’t save you from this. There’s nothing I can do to stop this. What? I stole your childhood and now I’ve led you by the hand to your death. But the worst thing is, I knew. I knew this would happen. This is what always happens.Forget your faith in me. I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored.

Sorry, But We Have Not Talked Enough About Moffat’s Books

I know I bring this up a lot, but seriously, Moffat’s book metaphor is so freakin’ pretty, and I feel I need to address it some more. Since “we are all stories in the end”, Moffat often uses books to represent people, and not seldom people who are no longer with us. And, typical Moffat, the details are what really gets you:  

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I imagine mostly kissing [11th doctor]

Words // 407

Warnings // None

A/N // This is very short, I’ve been writing a book and because I’ve been going a little too hard on that I’m kind of discouraged from writing but it’s nice to write for this blog as most of it’s sweet and short. I’m planning to write longer things soon! 

Originally posted by morewhovianthanhuman

“What’s wrong Doctor?” Amy asked, the four of you had decided to have a quiet and nice little plain day on Earth, just a rest in between travels. You, Amy and Rory were actively watching the film whilst the Doctor was talking about something. In the end Amy noticed how he was constantly flustered, a pink blush on his cheeks which was never there.

“What? Nothing. Nothings’ wrong. Why would there be anything wrong?” He asked and spoke a bit too quickly which the three of you noticed, he seemed rather nervous. More nervous than he had ever seen whilst the four of you were in a life-or-death situation.

“C'mon Y/N, I promised Rory I’d get the groceries this time since I make him cook.” You laughed whilst nodding and went away with her, it was completely true what she said as her and Rory did make an agreement like that.

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“Doctor,we need to talk.” Rory finally said, he and Amy had both been talking about when this moment would come because both of them had been noticing how pink the Doctor was whenever Y/N was around or when she was looking directly at him or talking, he turned a dangerous shade of crimson most of the time and to the two of them it was obvious but of course to the Doctor it wasn’t.

“Why?” He asked but he did jump up to his feet and seemed ready for anything that might come.

“If you imagine Y/N, yeah. What do you imagine?” Rory simply asked right to the point and he blurted out: “I imagine mostly kissing.”

“Right,” Rory said, actually not expecting him to be this direct about it all, he imagined he had to convince or point it out a bit more to him but for once he didn’t seem oblivious. “Good, that’s good yeah.”

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“Y/N?” The Doctor called out, you had just helped Amy place the groceries in their kitchen when you heard his voice and followed where it seemed to come from, he was standing in the middle of the living room with Rory nowhere in sight.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Well, if this is what I think it is and if it’s right, which it obviously is than I think.. I think I’m in love with you.” He said, he was slightly tripping over his words which made him more adorable. You grinned.

“I was wondering when you’d say that.”

you’re my achilles heel

A/N: So this is my first ever B99 or Jake x Amy fic so I really hope that I’ve managed to not go completely OOC and I hope you enjoy it.

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She gets the call just past eleven. She’s curled in bed and she’s got a fresh bowl of popcorn and half a season of The Bachelor left to watch. “Oh, come on.” She whines. “You said you’d at least try and spend a few hours out without calling me.”

“But I love you.” He half-yells, it comes out slurred. Amy’s pretty sure Charles’ dragged him back to that strange German pub that he’d had his and Genevieve’s last anniversary at. She can recognize the clinking of the jukebox and the indistinguishable sound of ‘murder music’. “You should comen join us, Ames.”

“Can’t.” She says. “I just got settled in with my popcorn and wine.”

“Are you watching the bachelor?” Jake tries to whisper, sounds hurt. “Without me?” She thinks she hears Charles say something but she can’t make it out.

“Why are you whispering?” She asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Shame, Amy.” He sing-songs. “Shame’s why.”

“Oh, god, you’re getting weird.” Amy retorts. “How about you go have fun with the guys  and text me when you guys are downstairs I’ll help you up the staircase.”

“You’re the bestest,” Jake yells. “I love you! You and I should definitely-”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his sentence and honestly, she’s not sure she wants to. It would not be normal.

She gets a text three episodes, two full bowls of popcorn, and much more wine than she’d ever care to admit later.

Hw come whenvr you call m yihb look s u party?

She almost chokes on a kernel. “What?” She blurts out because she’s starting to think she might be drunk. She texts back, You okay?

I thnk I had a wee bot t much.

Dude. You’re hammered.

AIN NO THNG BUT A CHKCEN WIN, AMY. ITSAL GOOD.

She texts Terry, How bad is it?  

But, 🤷‍♂️🐄 xoxo, the chuckster is all she gets back from his end.

She’s mentally preparing herself for tomorrow when she curls back up into a ball and presses play on her current episode. She manages to finish the most part of the season before the next text from Jake.

Im home loveyou youre so cooool Iloveyou

“Oh god.” Amy winces. She’s almost one hundred percent certain he’s going to wake up sick tomorrow morning and that’ll it make it the third time this year she’s had to take care of him.

She approaches the front door with utmost silent, being extremely cautious and making sure she doesn’t even come near the creakiest of the floorboards. She waits by the front door a minute, two, five, fifteen almost before she hears giggling coming from the opposite side.

Apparently, he’s leaning up against the door, and when she goes to open it he loses his balance and falls right down into her and she falls with him.

She wants to be frustrated. She really does, but Jake’s giggling is ridiculous and contagious and so she just joins in instead. “Hey there.”

“Amyyyyy.” He sighs, tugging at a loss strand of her from her ponytail and moving it all around her face. “Hmmm.” He sighs. “Your hair is so so soft. And it smells like cherries!” He pauses, and she can tell he’s trying his best to keep a straight face. “I need to ask you something.”

“Go ahead.” She has no idea where this is going. He pulls himself up, looking insanely serious.

“How come,” he begins, “how come you never let me shampoo your hair..?”

“Oh no.” She rolls her eyes. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Charles.” She stands up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m being serious, Ames, I want to shampoo your hair. It’s so soft.” He shakes his head, throws his hands up into the air. “Why is this shirt so itchy?!”

She sighs. “Did you have a goodnight?”

“Obviously, guys night, duh, we arm wrestled and watched the game and drank tons of beer.”  

“You guys talked about your feelings and danced to Salt N’ Peppa didn’t you?”

“What? No! What? Obviously not I can’t believe you’d even suggest… ” He sighs, rubs his fingers against the side of his temple. “It was just one song.”

“You would’ve loved it, Amy.” He says, nodding his head vigorously as she drags him across the hall. “This enormous guy just bumped straight into me in the middle of my tequila shot. So I just stared him down and he apologized and walked away.”

She tugs at his shirt, and he wiggles his eyebrows. “Detective Santiago!” He says, shaking his head disapprovingly. “I can’t believe you’d try to take advantage of me in my current state of mind.”

“Yeah, right.” She scoffs. “You wreak of alcohol, you need a shower.”

“You know, we did five and a half tequila shots.” She shuffles him into the bathroom while he talks, making sure his voice doesn’t get too loud.

His eyes suddenly light up as he pulls his shirt off. “Sarge sang achy breaky heart.”

“If you really love me, you’d have taken a video.” He leans in and presses a kiss to the edge of her lips, sloppy and with a tequila aftertaste. He waves his phone in front of her face. “All four minutes of it.”

She leans in and presses a quick kiss to his lips. “Best husband ever.”

“Don’t I know it.” He grins, then he’s wiggling his eyebrows again. “You know… I could always use some company in the shower.”

“No way,” Amy says. “Are you forgetting what happened the last time we tried to do anything other than take a shower in that shower?”

“Ames, if the curtain was gonna rip off the railing, it was gonna rip off the railing, we just encouraged it to live out its dreams.” He starts making his way towards the shower.

He really needs to get some rest.

He turns to face her, to continue rambling, and trips instead, lands front first onto the fluffy bathroom mat. It’s still hard and Amy flinches at the sound. They both freeze, waiting for a sound.

“Maybe she didn’t hear.” He whispers. “Maybe-”

“Daddy?”

Amy turns to face him, gives him a sly smile before pushing past him to the bedroom. “Your turn!.”  

“Hey!” Jake laughs, pulling at the waist of her old Cookie Monster pajama pants. She reluctantly comes to a halt, turning to face the two of them.

Katie stumbles out of her bedroom, pulling her faded pink blanket behind her, Mrs. Cuddles (Her favorite teddy bear. The first thing Jake and Amy had bought her together)  in tow. She looks up at Jake with a frown. “Daddy your hair.” She says lazily, pointing up at it. “It’s wet.”

“It is,” Jake says solemnly, nodding his head.

“Why don’t we let daddy get dressed and then we can read you a story, hmm?” Amy says, taking her hand. He stumbles out into the bedroom before closing the door.

“Ames, I’ll be right there.” He says through the walls.

Amy grins as Katie tugs at her shirt. “Is daddy okay, mommy?”

“Your dad just likes to be silly sometimes, sweetie,” Amy assures her, scoops her up into her arms and carries her to the door.

“Daddy, we comin in.”

“We’re coming in.” Amy corrects her, pushing the door open.

“Amy!” He squeals. “Help I’m stuck in my pajama pants!”

“Why don’t you wait on the bed for us, okay?” Katie nods and slips over to the bed, dramatically throwing herself onto it. Yeah, she definitely got that from Jake.

“God, Ames, I’m way too old for shots.” He tells her once that disaster is perfectly taken care of.

“Yeah, I could’ve told you that.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Jake tells Katie. “Let’s get you back to bed, alright?”

Katie wiggles off the bed, stands in the doorway, “I wanna stay up and eat ice cream.” She says decidedly. “Please mommy.”

Amy shakes her head, turns to Jake expecting him to back her up, but he instead he shoots her his infamous puppy dog eyes. “Yeah… please mommy.”

“Nope.” Amy says, popping the ‘p’. She punches Jakes’ shoulder. Gives him a look.

It means shut the hell up.

Picking Up The Pieces- Paloma Faith

Do you think of her when you’re with me?

Repeat the memories you made together

Whose face do you see?


Do you wish I was a bit more like her?


Am I too loud?

I play the clown to cover up all these doubts

Perfect heart


She’s flawless

She’s the other woman, shining in her splendor

You were lost 

Now she’s gone


And I’m picking up the pieces


I watch you cry


But you don’t see that I’m the one by your side

‘Cause all that’s left is you and I


And I’m picking up the pieces 

She left behind

Non of this pictures are mine. I found them in google.

anonymous asked:

i think the problem w/ intense whouffaldi & johnlock shippers is that they underrate how much moffat believes in/values strong friendships. see his comment about bill & the doctor's relationship from the pre series publicity: It has all the spark and joy of a non-romantic romance. Do you know what I mean by that? When you meet somebody who really does become incredibly close to you and it has an awful lot of what a romance has, except it doesn’t have any sex or romance in it" ...

continued: “When you meet the people in your life who do become your great teachers, you do have a different sort of crush on them. As I say, it’s not an erotic one. It’s a fascination. It’s a joy in their company. It’s meeting someone who opens new doors to you. That’s a good relationship to model the Doctor and his best pal on.” which is an approach that is very present w/ eleven/ amy as well tho very differently.

You’re absolutely right, of course. 

The funny thing about all this is that I AM a Whouffaldi shipper - sometimes whether thats queerplatonic or romantic will vary depending on my mood, but that’s a mere detail. It’s a great ship, with a lot of canon support even if I wouldn’t necessarily call it canon (it’s very close, it’s very up in the air). 

It’s just that you see some people with the mentality that “he spent all that time in the confession dial for her, how can you say they’re JUST FRIENDS”. 

Mainly, I take issue with the phrase “just friends”, especially in the content of Doctor Who when friendships are given so much value. Anyone saying that kind of thing implies that the Doctor would not do that for a platonic friend, which we know is absolutely untrue. 

Moffat definitely places a huge amount of value on intense, intimate friendships, which we can guess is due to his own relationship with Mark Gatiss, which is very much the same. Johnlock especially seems to be their way of expressing their own relationship, expressing how two men can love each other so intensely in a way that isn’t romantic in nature.

What Moffat is describing there in your quote is a ‘squish’, a platonic crush. And I think it’s plain as day just how much value he places on platonic relationships, as we’ve seen with Eleven with both Amy and Rory, and with Twelve and Bill. And it’s definitely plausible for some people to read Twelve’s relationship with Clara to be very much on a similar angle (though it’s still a lot more intense/codependent/unhealthy), just as it is for a lot of people to read it as more romantic. 

But the idea that it being romantic makes it somehow more powerful is just… yeah. No. I absolutely would go to hell and back for my friends, they are the people I love the most in this world alongside my family. I am literally planning to marry my best friend because she is the one I can’t imagine living my life without. 

Platonic relationships are so, so important. The words “I don’t think it was explicitly romantic” should never feel like it’s trying to belittle something, because it really isn’t, not in this context, not on this show, not with these characters. 

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get to know me meme

favourite friendships [4/5] - The Doctor, Amy Pond & Rory Williams (Doctor Who)

Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone, ‘you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor.