#bbc dr who

[captofthelaney]

Doctor Who Christmas Special 2015: The Husbands Of River Song

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

I don’t like that Doctor Who looks like it has a budget now. It’s been bugging me for seasons but I think it needs to start looking like 1963 or 2005 we found cool stuff in the trash now it’s an alien sometimes we regret letting kids win competition type style. Why does it look like it could fit in with the mcu

[mon-ster-chen]

💫 David Tennant/ BAFTA Awards 2024

[nemobookaholic]

“Fantastic!”

[coloredsnowo]

my doctor

[thatonegaytimelord]

EXCUSE ME, SIR

[grangrancore]

Good omens s2 referencing doctor who is so funny to me. Some people theorize that maybe tennant’s doctor was done by a different actor in that universe or something… but I like to think that Crowley just got bored and decided to pretend to be an actor named David Tennant and actually was the doctor.

[xinglexangle]

the genuine dread i feel whenever theres knocking in season 4 is awful omg idc that i know the doctor doesnt die at that point but it still makes my heart stop for a second and then im reminded i need to watch the end of time again and hear him say "i dont want to go" then start sobbing and banging on the walls

[conjcosby]

I've been watching #DoctorWho these past weeks and I must say that I am enjoying it. They have certain flaws mind you but I'm still enjoying it. Ncuti and Millie have great chemistry and play their roles very well indeed. 😊 #DrWho @bbcdoctorwho ❤❤➕🔷

[giorgiamzzl]

Love him

[j-eryewrites]

The Symphony of You

MAIN MASTER LIST

Doctor Who x Reader one shot I wrote for my creative writing class. 

(Supposed to be read as 11 x companion! reader)

Word Count: 1,001 words

(Master List)

Based off of the song: Dance with Me Wallis

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There he sits alone on the ebony bench. The moon shines down on him like a spotlight. His back sits tall as he places his long boney fingers on the keys. His hair now free of gel falls in front of his face creating shadows that move as he chuckles. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” He inquires. His striking green eyes are illuminated by the moon’s light as he turns to look at me. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” I reply. “Too many thoughts in my head.” I wouldn’t dare say more. I didn’t want to be another reason for the tiredness behind his eyes to grow. 

I drew near to him. My feet patter across the wooden floor of the room. He lifts a hand out to me. I grasp his cold hand and he guides me toward him. The bench creaks underneath my weight as I sit myself down. I get a closer view of his face. It’s so young, brimming with life, yet his eyes tell a different story. Even when they look at me with such kindness and adoration, I can see the truth. 

His emerald eyes tell tales of loved ones lost. They cry about life stripped away from him too fast. His eyes encapsulate the memories of children crying and people falling to ash. The horrors of war and the evils of the universe rest deep inside his dark irises. They were old and had seen more than my eyes would ever see in my lifetime. Despite all the woe, his eyes held beauty. The beauty of love and laughter. They showed me the enchanting spell of nature untouched by man. Trees as tall as the sky with strong thick trunks which held the wisdom of life. His eyes even held the stars that brighten every corner of the dark vastness of space. To me, his eyes were more beautiful than the finest of Van Gogh's works. 

“What are you thinking of?” He asks as his eyes peer into mine. 

I look down at the black and white keys of the piano in front of us. “What were you going to play?” 

There it is again. That laugh of his and the thrill I get from just hearing it. “I was composing.” He clarified. “I still haven’t played a single note.”

I rest my hands on his lap and gaze at him. “What were you composing?”

��Your song.” 

Those simple words took my breath away. My song. He gazed back at me, his smile still so prominent. 

With widened eyes and cheeks flushed red I whisper, “What does my song sound like?” 

My lashes fluttered down as I once again looked at the black and white notes. He followed my gaze and brought his hands again to the keys. 

I quickly closed my eyes in anticipation. My ears patiently waited for the sweet sound of the piano, but it never came. Instead, there was silence. I scrunched my brows and began to open my mouth, but I was shushed by the touch of his finger. 

“Listen,” He muttered into my ear. 

Then it came. A violin’s sweet tune began to enter my mind. Slowly, a viola joined in repeating the phrase over and over. Then there was a cello. Its deep melody rang low and smooth, sending shivers up my spine. I peer over at him in amazement. My eyes are wide, and my mouth is slightly agape. 

He looked at me and I was transported. I saw myself smiling as the ashes from a burning star fell upon the earth. In a blink of an eye, it was a new scene. His hands were on my waist grounding me to him as I reached for the heavens. My delicate fingers tickled the stars. I was beautiful, I thought. Then I realized it was he who thought I was more precious than any universe we had ever travelled to. 

He took my hand and led me into a ballroom. Guests were decorated from head to toe in lavish gowns and suits. I saw myself wearing a gown he had given to me. Its stunning blue accents glowed in the light as if I were a piece of art for everyone to see and admire. He smiled; I could feel it. He watched me twirl around, as I danced among the masked strangers. His hand was placed on my back guiding me through the crowd. 

Then we were running. It was a flowering field in the early months of spring. The chirping of flutes called the flowers to bloom. There I stood, taking in the view. Bees flying by bidding me adieu, yet he looked at me. His gaze is unwavering and calm. 

The sun fell and it was dark. All light had vanished. I knew where we were as the piano descended. Slowly, the sound of the strings disappeared as the blue light filled my–no his view. There I was. A hand gently placed on the blue beating heart of the tree. A magnificent glow blinded him as I faded from his view. As the light dimmed, the piano played its last note. A vivid image of myself appeared in front of him. Tears of joy stained my cheeks as he took a hand to wipe them away. At this point, I had only known him for a few hours, yet he was entranced by me. A human with a capacity to love greater than even his and he knew–I knew that it was it. 

The room came back into focus as his hands drew away from the piano. The keys still glisten in the light of the moon. I meet his emerald eyes and stare at him. I gaze upon his features the way he looked at me–the way he’s been looking at me this entire time. My breath stilled and I leaned forward taking a leap of faith; Knowing that he’d always catch me if I fell. Our lips met and that was it. 

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[feelslikecrawl]

Wilfred bursting their happiness bubble by being like:

"So glad to see you Doctor, with a face like springtime. ...Ah also btw world coming to an end"😅

Really enjoyed this episode though🥲🙌

[toomanyfandomsstuff]

Yes, I am particularly fond of three specific bbc shows, why do you ask?

[lexilee15]

Just some Doctor Who one shots I've written. It's all platonic and fluff...no smut👀.

I think you'd like this story: "Doctor Who One Shots" by _lexi_k_lee on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/337454458?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=_lexi_k_lee&wp_originator=bpnfvyvXS6pDxsQooUbj6HX6%2BTPwEmdCpXLNl9Dp1BpQG3OaeIt1UhC3jwZhMEqXNwjuLIfqQoRNOOMzzpXZLdgC5tIfHpt3dGWkdu4DN0mOG8CE6h9kDbyEXho0eF1w

[alexlacquemanne]

Happy Birthday Jenna ♥️