#SUPER SUNDAY

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[septembers-sky-of-lights]

Super Sunday 2024

New Orleans, Louisiana

[exuberantocean]

Okay, wanna know what would be funny? The Doctor and Ruby are on Earth by idk somehow the Tardis is swept to another time/place stranding them on Earth.

And Ruby's like "How will we ever get it back?"

Fifteen is like "Oh no. Shit. I was hoping this would never happen. I was hoping it'll never come to this."

And Ruby's all 👀

And Fifteen goes. "We're gonna have to...carpool."

Five minutes later, Fourteen picks them up in his Tardis, with Donna, Rose, Wilf, Shaun, and Sylvia all on board.

[cupc4ke88]

Have a Super Sunday! 🎵🎶

[brewed-pangolin]

Call him Johnny...he smiles, bright eyes with a glowing aura.

Call him John...he smiles, dark eyes with a growing hard on.

Call him Johnny MacTavish...he smiles, boaring eyes as he cups your face and gifts you a torrid kiss.

Call him John MacTavish...his smile shifts as he bends you over and shows just how much he loves you.

Call him Soap...he'll quickly turn to putty in your hands.

Call him Soap MacTavish...clear out your schedule, you're not escaping him.

Call him John Soap MacTavish...either you won't be able to walk for a week or he's already in the next county because he knows he's done fucked up.

(Call him Johnny Soap MacTavish...and he'll immediately come in his pants)

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 026/???

real fur coat [thtz cruel]

[nvuy]

ever since robin’s brother died due to an accident in the small secluded town, the poor girl has insisted to everyone willing to listen that the monument carved in his name that stands over his headstone is alive.

it’s a beautiful monument. the stone looks real, and the cracks from its age appear intentional, and the creep and creak up the stone like thorny branches of a rose bush.

in your pursuit to complete your final thesis, you visit the small town to retell the story of the people that died here. you trudge into the cemetery curiously, hoping to garner some footage with your camera before the sun sets. you keep peace and mind and your voice down, but the place is empty. there are no visitors, nor workers.

you visit the strange statue, knowing it is the same one that the woman of the town insists is real and alive. you take a photo of it, before you lean in to try and feel the intricate carvings of its mimicked clothes, to the added angelic feathers around its neck.

you hum and turn curiously, shifting through the photos on your camera. the lens just barely focused, and so the pictures are blurry. irked, you click your tongue and spin around to try again, camera at the ready.

you startle back.

the statue has moved. its fingers are inches from your throat, and though its eyes are still covered by the carved wings across its neck, you can just notice blood and salt drip down its cheeks and pooling around the stone clothing of its neck.

the key now is to keep your eyes open. dont blink. he has you now.

[paintedcrows]

Watched Pyramids of Mars and... yeah I'm obsessed with this guy

[tenaint]

Rose 1.01 / Empire of Death 14.08

[jastertown]

POV: you are the Universe

[zephyrine-gale]

congrats firefly on your drip marketing <3

[brewed-pangolin]

Soap MacTavish has a sweet tooth.

He once mistakenly ate an entire plate of freshly made brownies in one sitting while you were out purchasing a quick grocery list, thinking it was your usual recipe.

As you entered your home, your eyes immediately went to the empty metal tray that sat on your counter as you took in the sight of the crested Scotsman splayed out over your couch.

Quietly, with only the slightest aggravated smirk, you stepped towards him as his glazed eyes mindlessly followed the images of SpongeBob flashing on the expansive TV screen.

"John," you said with a hushed tone. Patrick's voice echoing behind your shoulder as Soap's eyes lazily moved to meet your questioning stare.

"How ya feelin', babe?"

He answered simply with a smile. Unable to speak as the effects of copious amounts of THC coursed through his veins and clouded his mind as you gazed upon him, lovingly rolling your eyes at his mind-numbing state.

"Yeah. That ain't nothing yet."

You sat by his side for the next 10 hours as he rode out the high he had so inadvertently thrown upon himself. Only moving when he muttered 'got'a pee, lass', which was a feat upon itself as you shouldered the inebriated Scotsman ever so carefully down the hall to the bathroom (yes, you helped him because you love him and he's too embarrassed and high to ask)

You vowed never to leave a tray of special brownies unattended if you knew he were to be home alone. The man could not be trusted, especially since he had no discipline around your expert baking.

And you'd hide the newly made gummy bears in an inconspicuous container. Margarine, perhaps. Anything to keep his greedy hands from embarking on yet another cannabis fueled adventure.

Although you'd be lying if you didn't love the dopey smile he gave you as you rode him on the couch. Limp body with a throbbing dick. Accompanied by a dilated stare that melted your heart as you pulled the most delicious moan of your name from between his permanently kissable lips.

Drabbles Masterlist

[cringebun]

Updated with all the shows I worked on so far ✨

Edit: I updated it and forgot to change the date.. I can't 😭

[upgradewater]

happy puar smoking a cig sunday

[mydaylight]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK 2024: Day 4, Favorite Relationship - Bertha and George Russell, The Gilded Age (2022- )

Useless, each without the other.