#DOCTOS

[ceaeras-milky-conquest]

its been only one day on this website and im already confused

[wispedvellichor]

Donna : Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Doctor? Ten: No. Fourteen: I do! Donna : I know, honey. Fourteen: I’m sad. Donna : I know, honey.

[chaoticrosesimp]

Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl Come on, take me home 'Cause my body's tired of travelling And my heart don't wish to roam. No, no

Well, you took me in, you stole my heart I cannot roam no more Because love, it stays within you It does not wash up on a shore

ko-fi :3

[salethe2]

Here it is, the finished drawing!

[kiki-strike]

Some more fake ATLA tweets

[ullbesafehere]

[leoreadss]

You know what?

No matter how many life experiences you might have, nothing will prepare you for absolute horror, I mean the completely terrifying view of '74% read' on your Kindle when you are reading your all-time favourite fan fiction.

@phoen1xr0se you are a queen! keep writing!

[strangers-in-space]

Brigadier defending the Doctor.

from: Doctor Who - S07 - Doctor Who and the Silurians (2)

[darkbluekies]

❐Drabbles

Back to masterlist

Hedwig & Jerry: bleeding through at a sleepover

Silas, Dr Kry & King Edmund: bleeding through

Silas & Dr Kry: releasing knock-out gas to capture you

Silas & King Edmund: drinking to deal with their situation

Hedwig & Jerry: fixing their partner's ruined makeup

King Edmund and Hedwig: running away, but changing your mind and getting lost

Silas & Dr Kry: darling feeling insecure about appearance

Dr Kry & Hedwig: summer day activities

Silas, Dr Kry & King Edmund: rainy day activities

Silas & Jerry: comforting a scared darling

King Edmund & Hedwig: them being drunk

[justsomerandomfanfic]

We Have Time - Tenth Doctor X GN Reader

Title: We Have Time

Tenth Doctor X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Edgar Allen Poe? (Mentioned)

WC: 2,368

Warnings: Reader has overwhelming thoughts?, depression?, Tenth Doctor may be ooc idk, flirting?, banter, sad thoughts, thoughts of death, crying, comfort, slight angst, and fluff

The Doctor was worried. Worried about you. You were somewhere in the TARDIS, and he couldn't find you for the past two hours, seventeen minutes, and six seconds; not that he was counting or anything... For him, time wasn't an issue. But he had been wandering around the TARDIS, trying to find you. He felt as if he had checked every room. every nook and cranny. Every possible place. And yet, there was no sign of you anywhere in the TARDIS. 

He almost felt like giving up, almost. But as he wandered down a corridor, and turned into the next room, he let out a breath he didn't even know that he was holding. There you were, sitting in a chair reading something. Only obvious, you were sitting in the TARDIS's library. There were multiple soft throw blankets spread on top of you, draped over your lap. You looked so tired, eyes blinking slowly. He tried to ignore the fluttering of his two hearts as he walked over to you, a small smile growing on his face. 

He circled around you, stopping at the back of the plush armchair, your eyes never moving or lifting from the pages of the book in your hands. From what he could guess, the book had to be pretty entertaining for you to not even notice his approach. "What are you reading?" He finally spoke up, leaning to rest his forearms against the back of the chair, looking at the book in your hand and back to your face.

At his words, you jumped slightly, one hand coming up to your chest, breathing deeply and staring wide-eyed at him before you calmed down almost instantly. You cleared your throat, closing your book and pushing it away from you onto your lap, before speaking up, voice soft, but still full of emotion, "A book with some old poems in it." You smiled softly at him before grabbing the book and showing him the cover, making the Time Lord's eyes widen. 

"Oh! The Tamerlane and Other Poems!" He looked back at you, "Did you know, Edgar Allen Poe gave me that copy when I met him?" He asked, and your jaw dropped. 

"You met Edgar Allen Poe?" You asked, shocked. The Time Lord nodded, and you looked down at the book again before turning your head back to him. "What was he like?" You then asked as the Doctor pushed off of the back of the couch. 

"Well, why don't you see for yourself?" He asked with his usual bright grin, walking out of the room as you scrambled to uncover yourself from the blankets.

Pushing past the doorway, you huffed, "Wait, Doctor!" He was already gone. Sighing deeply, you hurried to the control room, seeing him almost press a button. "Doctor... I think I want to stay in today..." You spoke, gaining his attention.

"Stay in? Do you not want to meet him?" He asked, a bit confused.

You leaned against the console, arms crossing, "I do, but not today... If that's alright... I mean, if you need to get out and move your feet, you can go somewhere without me." 

With that, the Doctor shook his head, waving his hand in the air dismissively, "No, I don't want to go anywhere without you."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat at the Doctor's words, making the corner of your lips twitch slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Positively." He answered quickly, moving around to stand beside you, mimicking your stance. "It wouldn't be as fun if I went anywhere without my favorite human." He grinned down at you.

You met his gaze, unable to stop the smile from growing on your face as you shook your head, "I'm flattered." However, as you looked off in front of you, your smile dwindled, and the shine in your eyes dimmed. 

The Doctor noticed this, this shift. He had noticed for the past couple of days how your mood would change. The Doctor wondered what was going on inside your mind, what your brain was telling you to cause you to fall into a sort of depression. He frowned, eyebrows wrinkling the middle of his forehead as he stared down at you, trying to figure out what was wrong. He knew better than to crawl into your mind and find out what, so he raked through his own mind for anything that he may have said or done in the past week, month, and year, but nothing came up. If it wasn’t him, then what was it?

Looking down, he watched as your fingers seemed to grip your upper arm from where you had them crossed against your chest, knuckles whitening under the pressure. "Is something wrong?" He finally asked, his voice low, concerned. 

You shook your head slowly, looking up to meet his eyes, "Nope..." You answered quietly, you couldn't lie to him. He'd find out anyway. You quickly looked away, your throat threatening to close up as your eyes burned. Your hands clenched tighter, nails digging into your skin, as you fought the urge to cry. You couldn't tell him, you couldn't risk losing him. Not now, not ever. That just wasn't going to happen. You'd only be putting more pain on yourself.

For the past week and a half, you had been worrying about the future. You spent so many sleepless nights thinking about what would happen when you got older. Would the Doctor drop you off at home once you become a liability? You weren't like him, you were going to get older and become more weak. Soon you wouldn't be able to run as fast as you could now. You'd slow him down, and endanger him in the process. And if you die, when you die, the Doctor would end up alone. You didn't want him to be alone. After everything he went through, after everything, you never wanted him to be alone. He wasn't human, you would remind yourself often. And you were human. It broke your heart.

At your silence, the Doctor sighed, pulling you gently towards him, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his cheek on your head. You froze briefly before instantly melting into him. The Doctor pulled you closer, rubbing one of his hands up and down your back. "You don't have to, but I heard that talking about your feelings helps." He whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath, your cheek rubbing against the soft fabric of his dark brown suit. You shut your eyes, looping your arms tightly around his midsection, hearing the beating of one of his hearts. "My brain just won't shut up." You muttered, your voice thick with frustration and sadness as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His scent, which usually made you feel calm, comforted you, and you found that it helped you relax and focus.

He hummed softly, stroking your hair as he moved to look around the TARDIS's control room in front of him, "You humans and your complicated, squishy brains..." He spoke softly, teasingly, which made him smile as he heard your small laugh.

"You shut up." You responded, muffled by his neck. He chuckled lightly, feeling your smile against the collar of his shirt. And after a moment, you finally spoke up again, "I can't stop thinking about the future..." You began, voice soft as you shifted, moving your head to rest your cheek back on his chest. The Doctor said nothing, allowing you to continue as he continued to run his fingers through your hair. "What's going to happen when I get older?" You asked, and the Doctor hummed.

"What do you mean, love?" He asked, awaiting your answer.

You let out a deep breath, albeit shaky. "I'm going to get old... Too old to travel with you anymore."

Your words sent the room into a cold silence. Everything seemed to freeze. The Doctor tensed immediately, and all color seemed to drain from his face. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to utter a single sound. He couldn't help it though, every word that escaped him sounded like a death sentence. His mind raced with thoughts of you dying. Of having to watch your body grow weaker, thinner, and shorter. You were right, you would leave him. It was only a matter of time. 'Time? He had all the time in the universe with you.' The Doctor wanted to lie to himself, but he knew that it wasn't true. You were right. He'd be forced to watch your body wither away until there was nothing left of you. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew… He knew that this conversation was going to come up sooner or later. He’d admit to himself that he did think about it from time to time.

But the Doctor didn't want it to be true. He wanted- no, needed you to be wrong. For the past year that you had been traveling with him, he couldn't imagine a life without you by his side. He loved you too much to let you go, especially when you were just starting to make real progress in your travels. He couldn't lose you. He had lost so many, but he wasn’t going to lose you. "You have time..." He eventually managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and strained as he slipped to the metal ground with you in his arms. You were practically in his lap, but neither of you said a word about it as he tightened his hold around you, digging his face into your neck. You did the same, ignoring the ground that was pushing against your legs uncomfortably. "You have time..." You finally let the tears that you were holding go, sniffling as they spilled down your cheeks. 

“I don’t want you to have to see me die, D,” You muttered, “It might be better for you to just drop me off at home.”

‘Home.’ The Doctor thought. No, this was your home. The TARDIS was your home. You were his home.

Both of your collective hearts were breaking, and your heart seemed to shatter as you heard the Doctor's next words;

"This is your home…" The desperation made you break even more.

"I know," You promised, tightening your own embrace.

“I’m not taking you back there,” He muttered, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Why would he take you back? Though the thought hurt, he knew that having you there with him, for as long as you could be, was better than none at all. “I won’t take you unless you ask me to.”

"I don’t want to leave you, Doctor, ever. Ever.” You sniffled, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his already messy hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “Not even when you get tired or me. I’m sorry for upsetting you… I shouldn’t have said anything."

His hold on you loosened only slightly as he pulled his head from the crook of your neck. His own eyes were wet, as he wiped away some of the tears that fell onto your face. You shut your eyes, pressing your cheek into his hand as his thumb brushed the tears away. The Doctor let out a shaky breath of his own, his eyes wandering around your features as his hand ran over your cheeks, wiping any remaining traces of your tears away.

After a few moments of staring into each other's eyes, you both slowly leaned forward and pressed your foreheads together. "I'd never get tired of you." He breathed, closing his eyes to keep any tears from falling. “And don’t apologize… I- I’m glad we talked about this.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly, "I'll never get tired of you either. If that helps." You admitted, your voice quiet and gentle. He smiled a bit at the sound of your voice, your words soothing his worries. "It would be impossible." You finished, pulling back to look at him once more.

"Exactly." He smiled warmly at you, his hands cupping your cheeks. You returned his smile with one of your own. You rested your hand atop one of his, giving it a light squeeze, "I'm simply irresistible." He murmured softly, your voice laced with amusement.

"I know," You muttered softly, reaching out to brush a stray tear from his cheek in return, "That's why I travel with you." You teased, letting out an inward sigh of relief as his smile grew wider. "That and your incredible sense of humor."

The Doctor only hummed, nodding his head as he pulled you back into his chest, allowing you to shift to more comfortably sit in his lap, snuggling against him. He rested his chin on top of your head, smiling as he felt you wrap your arms around his waist. His grin slowly fell as he spoke though, "We have time..." He muttered, "We just have to make the most of it..."

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head up, meeting his gaze. "We will." You agreed, with a nod before he pressed his lips to your forehead, making your cheeks warm once more. A small pause passed between the two of you before you broke it once more, this time speaking quietly as you reached for one of his hands and threaded your fingers through his. "Do you want to stargaze with me?" You asked, looking from your intertwined hands to look up into his dark brown eyes. 

His lips curled upward in response, his grip on your hand tightening as he nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a brilliant idea." He replied, his expression turning into a bright, adoring smile. “Simply brilliant, love.”

The Doctor felt both of his hearts race as you smiled back, all the while he thought about how beautiful you looked in that moment; the TARDIS lights shining down upon you. He looked into your eyes and saw all the amazing adventures that the two of you would go on together, he saw a bright future ahead of the both of you. He was right, you both had time. All the time in the world. 

[chaoticrosesimp]

Christmas Invasion Beautiful Rose <3

[fanartka]

Everyone says that they will start training on Monday, or the first of the month. But Saturday morning is the best time. Come on, do at least one exercise, start today, do at least one more than zero.

[leaveittobeavis]

me and my friends decided to play minecraft together

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

I say this as someone who stopped watching after Capaldi so I can't say anything about after that but the reason why I prefer the RTD seasons to the Moffat seasons btw is that Moffat is incapable of writing a main companion who wasn't special - everyone had to have something particular or unusual about them, Amy was the girl who waited for the Doctor, Rory was the closest we got to this but he was literally plastic, don't get me started on River Song, and Clara was the impossible girl from the start. I've seen people (beloved mutuals but I can't quite remember which ones so if you're reading this ily I'm not vagueposting on purpose) say that Moffat valued mundanity more than RTD but his companion backstories refute that. Whereas Rose, Martha (Martha especially my darling Martha she didn't get any magic or space science she was just so incredibly brave and clever and kind, Martha who was mistreated by the writers and yet still is this stunning representation of look this is what ordinary people can do! This is how good they can be!), Donna, they're extraordinary in their ordinariness, and that's really emphasised and I like it so much more. I prefer how Moffat handled the doctor himself (but to a large part that might be I prefer how 12 was handled overall), but in terms of companions the first four seasons were the best to me because they really dug into how companions aren't special, they're people like you.

[obrienpolycule]

Doctor Who writers WILL give companions horrifying traumas and then erase that from existence