#but maybe that’s about doctor hate who knows

[vickytaa]

Headcannons M.S.

Husband!Matt x reader

Husband!Matt who... buys flowers every week for his wife without fail. He usually buys white tulips because Matt knows they are her favorite.

"Hey baby!" Y/n says, getting up from the couch. "Hi, sweetheart," Matt says, entering the living room with the bouquet in his hand. "Ohh baby! You didn't have to, " She says, approaching him to give him a quick peak. "I did because I love watching you smile," He says, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Thank you" She says with a wide smile.

Husband!Matt who... loves being touchy with his wife. He always has to be touching her, with an arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her thight, interlacing his fingers with hers or resting his head on her shoulder.

"You okay?" she asks. "Yeah, just wanted to feel you." Matt says, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his head on her chest. Her hand quickly finds his hair and starts playing with it. "I love you" "Me too, baby"

Husband!Matt who... knows when his wife is tired, so he runs a hot bath, grabs some towels, lotions, and other bath goodies, and puts on some soothing music for his wife.

"You tired, baby?" Matt asked, already knowing the answer by the exhausted expression on her face. She nods and lays on their bed. He prepares everything, and when he finishes, he carries her to the bathroom. "Here baby, relax, I'll be here with you so you can talk with me about your day," Matt says. Her smile widens, and she begins to undress herself. Matt sits on the closed lid of the toilet, watching her as she starts to into the bathtub.

They both talked for almost an hour, and later, they cuddled together until they fell asleep.

Husband!Matt who... becomes whatever professional his wife needs him to be. If she's sick, he's a doctor; if she's hungry, he's a chef; and so on for any profession imaginable.

"Oh baby, I think you might have a fever... I'll look for some pills," Matt says before running towards the bathroom where he has all his medical stuff. "Here, I brought some water, I'll make you some soup, and if you need anything, just call me." He says, giving her everything she might need, which she returns with a soft smile. "I love you, my Barbie," She says in between giggles. "You are so funny" he says, sarcasm all over his face.

Husband!Matt who... carries his wife everywhere, even if she doesn't want to.

"Hey!" She says, giggling. Matt plants kisses all over her face as he makes his way to the car. "I hate when you do this," She says. "Oh, come on, I know you love it." Matt places her on the passenger seat and kisses her on the forehead.

Part 2?? Maybe I could do one about Chris..

Thanks for the 150 followers!!! Love yall:))

[trucywright]

I think the funniest things about Salem wanting the Helmet of Fate are

1) You really want to sometimes be possessed by a Lord of Order?

2) There is no way in hell Nabu would’ve been happy with that. A teenager who causes bad fates? Nabu can barely stand Kent and Khalid, he would’ve just stuffed Salem into the helmet and puppeted her body around, assuming he didn’t just kill her first.

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

guys go and watch Doctor Who and come back to us and see if you understand the message any better as to why the actors who play the Doctor would ever give a fuck about your Tory anti trans ass

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

who’s your “they could never make me hate you” doctor who character, my mine is forever Adric 🫶🏻

[crazysnakey]

Vislor Turlough my beloved you are so so special to me because of. how circular you are when you start off, character and motivations. his life in exile is basically a loop between "I want to go home (I want to be somewhere I belong)" and "I can never return home (I will never find a place where I belong)" and. and idk but that hurts and kind of reminds me of the doctor.

like. you want to go home. you can never go home. it’s all you’ve ever known. you have no idea what’s happening there. it’s where you were born and raised. you don’t know how things have changed since you left. it’s associated with your good memories, of family and friends and education. it’s also associated with some of your worst memories, of war and death and separation. but you want to go home. that’s the problem, isn’t it? you can’t help yearning for it, that familiarity that can’t be replicated anywhere else. it’s your home, your people, you don’t know where else to go, where else you could go. you can't go home. if you go back you will be exiled again or executed. but it’s the one place you may truly belong, you're tired of being an outsider and you want to be somewhere you belong. you will always be an outsider, you will never find somewhere you belong. you want to go home. you can never go home.

[anastacialy]

y'know, i keep making a habit of swinging my bat at hornets nests, but i have to say i'm getting so, so tired of people complaining about shows not making perfect sense when they aren't even close to done. we're four episodes into this season of doctor who. we're four episodes into this season of bridgerton. and yet in both fandoms i keep seeing people whine that such and such didn't make sense or it wasn't explained all the way and by god you guys i think maybe explanations might come later in the season. this is something most viewers will recognize as being called a 'plot.'

[toytulini]

i know doctor who has never been Perfect, and i love capaldi, i love twelve, but christ alive its a hard watch sometimes

[weareweirdpeople]

Oh god why the physical discomfort is happening again. Why is it so tiring to walk or do anything. No matter how much I sleep, I'm still tired. I manage my diabetes well. Why does my body just make existing feel bad.

[thedreadvampy]

so me and Sam FINALLY watched the last season of Capaldi's Who

and tell me how, after literally over a decade and for perhaps the first time in his fucking career, Steven Moffat wrote a not just tolerable but really actually good two-parter and fully stuck the landing. like the editing and pacing were still a bit off but the storyline was original, fun, interesting and emotionally invested, and most importantly, rather than ending on a damp fart or the most furious autofellatio in history, the final part didn't fumble it and ended in a way that felt emotionally satisfying and like it made sense for the characters. like the last time he successfully wrapped up a multiparter in a way that didn't feel cheap and hollowly disappointing to me was literally The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, and a) that was in 2005 and b) tbh The Doctor Dances is about a tenth as compelling and memorable as The Empty Child.

so after 12 years of either hackery or great ideas that fall apart in the second act, Steven Moffat writes what I would genuinely consider to be a memorable Good Doctor Who serial. it ends with bittersweet pathos, a solid closer for all the main characters, and sends Moffat's showrunning career out on a genuine high despite failing ratings and budget cuts (and the fact Doctor Who hasn't been consistently good since about 2009). good job Steve. with grudging respect I admit you pulled it out of the bag on this one.

wait what's this there's one more episode left? and it stars Mark Gatiss? and you literally spend the whole episode inexplicably just shitting all over the legacy of Doctor Who by inventing a version of the First Doctor that bears literally no resemblance to the character that William Hartnell actually played, just so you can spend the whole episode saying misogynistic things to run yourself off to how much more Totally Feminist your version was than the version you made up in your head of what Doctor Who was like in the 60s? and it added literally nothing to the season except to take all the wind out of the sails of the actually good finale you already wrote?

even when he writes a good episode this fucker still finds ways to disappoint me.

[mars-ipan]

it’s really weird being trans and going to the doctor when you don’t plan on transitioning medically

[rragnaroks]

i think i've healed enough to finally get past the embarrassment this first one brings me so here goes

Things That Should Have Made People Realise I Was Neurodivergent, But Didn't, Because I Was a Good Kid Who Didn't Cause No Trouble And Masked Like A Good Girl:

that time in second grade when the class was playing outside on a hot day, and a boy took off his shirt. no one yelled at him. i was also very hot. now of course no one saw my internal debate, and trying to suss out what would be socially acceptable by using logic, but i came to the conclusion that since I was 8 years old and was personally nowhere near starting puberty, it would be okay for me to take off my shirt too. i happily played shirtless for a while, although i could definitely feel the weird looks my classmates were giving me. i wasn't confident in my assessment but i was willing to defend my logic and position. i was right and if the others disagreed, they were the weird ones. a teacher passed by in a hurry and yelled at me to put my shirt on in a scandalised tone. she didn't yell at the boy. nothing further ever came of it.

[sandymybeloved]

you ever get stuck barely reading for months on end and think you're falling out of love with books only to pick up something good for the first time in months and realise "oh, I've just been reading crap this whole time"

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

having a normal one over here

[quietwingsinthesky]

and of course essential to me in thinking about this that past!even gravitates towards missy and the doctor and future!even gravitates towards saxon. for a bit, anyway.