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thetorturedlovergirl · 3 months ago
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What would you do if I pull up in this beauty? 😍
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sometimesraven · 8 months ago
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The way people are STILL going off at Moffat for allegedly making The Doctor the “biggest baddest most powerful space god” or some shit
As if Moffat wasn’t “I really am just a madman with a box”
As if Moffat wasn’t “I’m not a good man and I’m not a bad man either, I’m an idiot”
As if Moffat didn’t spend an entire episode dedicated to how the Doctor is still just a scared neglected child at heart
As if RTD didn’t LITERALLY DO SPACE JESUS AND TIME LORD VICTORIOUS
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seaweedstarshine · 7 months ago
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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.”
#I mean we KNOW that the doctor immediately started pouring his hearts out to Clara as soon as NotD ended <3#Clara tells the war doctor “he's always talking about the day he did it” okay so he's always talking about it starting after the prev ep#eleventh doctor#river song#clara oswald#words by seaweed#yeah I know the implication in Name of the Doctor is that eleven is two-timing them / worried abt Clara being jealous. which. eh. maybe.#but I like this better. also both things can be true if we want them to be#eleven is in SUCH a bad way in Season 7B too he needs to be held#“I thought it would hurt too much and I was right” ever think about how Clara was there for in the deepest moments of his grief?#whether his sad victorian cloud… on the Last Day… or on the day he was finally able to say Rivers name. he thought it would hurt too much#Tia made a really insightful post recently about how eleven can’t speak rivers name when she's gone and like. god. yeah.#it also made me think about. who would he even talk to River about? if he could? after years on a cloud drowning in her present nonpresence#ever think how if HoRS had happened before Hell Bent he never could've dealt with it and coulda broke the universe for River instead#Series 9 was a continuation/escelation of eleven's (and next twelve's) “he hates endings” - endings for Amy and Rory. for River. for Clara.#he hit rock bottom. and then Clara saved him#“You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become Songs.”#thank you Clara <3#one episode later:#“When the wind stands fair and the night is perfect when you least expect it but always when you need it the most- there is a Song.”#bc this is NOT to undervalue the Doctor's love for Clara he has a Duty of Care she's more Breakable than him (also than river!)#but it can it really be a coincidence? bc he is talking abt river in the second one. unless Moffat is obsessed with Song imagery? I MEAN
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nosferatufaggot · 10 months ago
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SORRY WILL NEVER GET OVER IT!
"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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supernova049 · 1 year ago
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I think that Clara being the impossible girl would have been way better if the twist was that the real reason she appears at multiple points in history is.... That there isn't one. There isn't an explanation as to why she appears at multiple points in time and there might not even be a real reason as to why.
This feels like a perfect conflict for The Doctor. He is obsessed with knowledge. He knows everything, and when he doesn't he wants to know it (for example: Midnight). He loves freedom and liberty but he enjoys it in a way that is logical and that he can understand. The 10th Doctor himself said in The Runaway Bride that the great thing about humanity is that it's able to make sense out of chaos.
But then comes Clara. A girl with literally no logical explanation for her existence but who still somehow exists. She is chaos, and one that The Doctor can't make sense of.
Imo it's not only a more powerful execution of The Doctor's arc of accepting who Clara is and that he can trust her, but it also ties very well with the storyline in series 7 about how The Doctor's real name doesn't matter and what matters the most is that he is The Doctor, no matter what. The Smith era straight up concludes with Clara telling the Time Lords that it matters more that they love who The Doctor is than what his name is, which would make their arcs parallel in a very organic and effective way.
At the same time, I'm not too angry as I can't deny the inherent coolness of the canon explanation. Clara pulling a W.D Gaster and living millions of lifes across all of time and space to fight The Great Intelligence and save The Doctor is just such an exciting, fun, and compelling concept that probably should have been explored more than for 5 minutes.
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oceanwithinsblog · 1 year ago
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so here i am again ... just caught up with the last two episodes of season 7b ... and i feel like banging my head on a wall :)) what's new :))
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confusedbeannn · 1 year ago
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I find the idea of love so heavenly beautiful that I can't put it into words. To have loved someone to your own ruin, to have been loved more than all the joy and riches and experiences this world could have provided. To love and be loved with no conditions, no ifs and buts. To put someone before you and to be put before everything else. It sounds like possibly the best thing life can offer.
But at the same time, I can't comprehend it.
That unconditional eternal love.
I can't comprehend the possibility of it existing. I can't comprehend loving like that. Being loved like that.
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hellosweetie99 · 1 year ago
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Is there anyone who ships Bill and Clara? Am I the only one??
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gnougnouss · 1 year ago
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People who can't accept that characters (or like. Other people really lmao) can be in love with multiple people, sometimes at the same time, have a really hard time with doctor who.
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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago
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The Time That We Love Best - RECAP - PART 1 OF 13
So, you know how tumblr's dashboard has been made jankier and jankier with each passing update? I'm taking it into my own hands to make some masterposts of some of my long-form fics because even though they have a side-page on my blog, I don't know how long that will hold out, and this is easier to share anyhow.
The Time That We Love Best - 206k words - a slice-of life/WWII/1950s Whouffaldi AU
Broken into thirteen parts because tumblr is a very webbed site.
[Part 1] - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10
Prompt Fills: Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13
1. January 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
Clydebank, Scotland, 1940. John Smith is just trying to get through the war while making himself useful, trading in his paintbrushes for a rivet gun. After a bad day at work, he meets a young English girl at the pub who reads him a bit too well and lingers on his mind a bit too much.
2. Two Weeks Later [FFN]/[AO3]
Two weeks later, a second meeting leads to a second date for John Smith and Clara Oswald. Forward is as forward does and sometimes being forward leads to some funny things.
3. Early February 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
Clara Oswald faces a long and lonely night keeping watch over students. But John Smith gives her an offer for some companionship.
4. 11 February 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
John and Clara head into Glasgow for a day-long excursion. It’s a lovely day with some unexpected events, including one that John wasn’t ready for when he woke up that morning.
5. Late February 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
Clara’s faced with another long night watching over her students…which would’ve gone a lot smoother had John not shown up to demonstrate his sewing skills.
6. March 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
Clara finds herself with no students to watch for the first time in months and decides to use the free time to surprise John with a proper supper for once.
7. Early April 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
Movie night with the students of Miss Oswald, questions from curious children, and a few innocent words that make John consider his future.
8. Mid-April 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
John and Clara have a chat about war, risks, and on-hold plans.
9. 16 April 1940 [FFN]/[AO3]
After helping a coworker through a bad day, John decides he and Clara need another bus ride into Glasgow.
10. The Next Day [FFN]/[AO3]
John and Clara Smith have no regrets, but that doesn’t mean that everyone else is happy to hear that.
CONTINUED IN PART 2!
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theeastgable · 6 months ago
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rawyld · 6 months ago
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True love.
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When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected.
Twelveclara, Only lovers left alive AU (or just the hybrid, you know, hybriding)
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dontbelasagne · 10 months ago
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desperately need to do a presentation on why the Twelfth Doctors journey perfectly represents the transfem experience
their previous eleventh incarnation being suave and hypersexual (i know moffat is mostly to blame but!) is reminiscent of attempts to fit into heteronormative ideals of masculinity. whilst it is not completely insincere, there are obvious signs this does not fit you as a person, it is acted out of desperate need to being seen. as Vastra put it, eleven wore that face, and subsequently that form of masculinity, to be accepted. on becoming twelve, realising even an "idealised" masculinity does not inherently serve them, they retreated into themselves as a person for self-reflection and trying to understand why they feel so detached from who they are.
the "am i a good man" arc mirrors being closeted and having to present as something not inherently tied to your sense of self, but still wanting to be the best of your perceived gender as any failure could leave you spiralling into self-doubt about simply being like any other "man". you ignore your gender dysphoria/questioning by trying to claim a moralistic view of gendered expression. made even more clear by Twelve rejecting Clara's heroic view of them, establishing that even though they have made efforts to be a "good man", that is just a placeholder for their loss of identity.
Missy appearing as she does, who as a character serves as a parallel to The Doctor on what they could become, and her eventual arc in trying to become good is symbolic of the fear around transition regret that internalised transphobia can create when you are closeted. Missy never gives importance to their fem existence other than nonchalant jokes, rather showing a more free and expressive personality devoid of any frustration. this immediately dismisses the transphobic assumption that trans people are only focused on their gender. also, Missy representing trans femininity is inherently tied to chaos and upsetting the status quo, she is the embodiment of what society considers accepting your womanhood as someone previously labelled masculine. what many others, and The Doctor themselves, saw as a need for attention and senseless disruption is Missy not needing to serve a false version of who they are, that they can now focus on becoming whoever they want to be now without losing energy to performing a gender that society has imposed on you. Missy could never have made the decision to stand with The Doctor if she had not given importance to her own queerness.
it wasn't coincidence with meeting Bill, she was the perfect foil for The Doctor to finally let go of their anxious attachment to masculinity. i would even argue for the majority of s10, The Doctor is largely ambiguous in their gender identity and does not fit into any construction of masculinity or femininity. whilst they still present as something socially labelled as masculine, they do not internalise that gender expression. they are uncaring about and not needing the validity that comes with heteronormativity, and thus is free to finally accept the decision they have to make. as Bill says, it is so hard to let go of The Doctor, and that rings true for twelve themselves. but they begin to realise The Doctor can be anyone. yes, they are tired, it would be so easy to simply rest and not give value to who you can become. but choosing to let go of everything you once were to survive is better than oblivion. it is better to let go, to choose another lifetime where the only person that dies is your falsity, to finally get it right and choose kindness. for yourself and for those who you love. they regenerate, not just into another person, but into someone who (if only tv scripts...) can now move forward.
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robiniswriting · 1 year ago
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rose and clara’s downfalls are the same — they thought they could stay with the doctor forever, that they could BE the doctor. the two of them fall in love with the doctor’s youthful facade. with rose, he leaned in to the illusion, even regenerating into a version of himself he designed for her, while with clara, he tried not to repeat that mistake — instead, he regenerates into a more honest version of himself, and clara reacts the same way I imagine rose would. she is shocked and unnerved, trying to connect the version of him she knew to the one standing in front of her now.
and then the doctor clearly tells her that he isn’t her boyfriend. but also that it wasn’t her mistake. he fell in love, and wanted desperately for her to be his equal, but he couldn’t lie to himself. he couldn’t repeat the mistakes he made with rose. he couldn’t continue to deny the truth of who he was — to deny that in any relationship with a human, no matter how kind and intelligent and wise, there is an insurmountable power differential between them.
the doctor is so much older than them both. so much vaster. both clara and rose make the same mistake. had the doctor been honest with rose, I wouldn’t be surprised if her story went very similarly to clara’s — after all, there’s no way in hell she would have ever left the doctor’s side willingly. like clara, she would have been shocked, but she would have stuck by him, and yet eventually, trying to be his equal would get her lost or killed, just as it did to her originally. just as it did to clara.
they are so similar, these women who love the doctor. and there is no denying that the doctor loves them back. but too often people ignore the power dynamics of those relationships, pretend like rose and/or clara were the doctor’s true equals. those people are missing the point of their endings, missing the fact that in the end, while rose tyler and clara oswald were brilliant, they shared the same flaw — they were human, and the doctor was not. is not. he couldn’t be, no matter how hard he tried.
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dreamtheatre · 1 month ago
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Hii! Could you write angst to fluff for the 12th Doctor where the reader sees him not liking hugs and tauching from others so they assume it must be the same for them but turns out they are an exeption?
Have a nice day!
yess love this sm!
You're Just Too Good To Be True
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Pairing: Twelfth Doctor x Companion!Fem!Reader Summary: The Doctor never seemed to like your hugs, so you stopped trying to even go near him. However, after he takes you and Clara on an adventure to a planet where civil war breaks out and you are ultimately separated, you see a new side of the Doctor that you had never seen before. Word Count: 1.5K Warnings: slight angst, mild descriptions of injury, not proofread
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You’ve always noticed the way the Doctor avoids contact with anyone. Even when he was with Clara, who had been with him for much longer than you had, he seemed repulsed by physical contact whatsoever.
It was a particularly bad thing for you because you, for one, loved physical touch. It was your love language, after all. You had been bold with him just once. After a particularly terrifying adventure, you had hugged Clara in shock and relief. Clara, being the amazing, wonderful Clara, hugged you back happily. Then you moved on to hug the Doctor.
When your arms wrapped around him suddenly, you could feel the muscles underneath you tense up as if someone had slapped him. There was no movement at all, only the slight rise and fall of his chest. And that was because he was breathing.
You thought you felt his hand twitch upwards slightly, just brushing the small of your back, you immediately let go, shame and embarrassment washing over you. Before the Doctor or Clara could say anything, you pushed open the TARDIS door and ran to your room, hoping to hide in there for as long as possible.
After that incident, you hadn't even come close to touching the Doctor. Clara was always there to loop arms with or hug, when necessary, but at the risk of sounding selfish, one person was not enough. Even if that one person was Clara.
So, slowly, you became more and more withdrawn from the duo until you found yourself confined in your room on most days, only coming out when the Doctor was taking you out on adventures. It was making things worse for you. It was as if your body physically ached... it was petty. You wished you could get over it, but you just couldn't seem to.
Eventually, the Doctor got concerned about you. He asked Clara, but she just death stared him and told him that "he knew what he did wrong". But he didn't! He really didn't! Was this your way of telling him you wanted to go home?
Something about that thought made the Doctor's two hearts begin to beat just a little bit quicker and a cold sweat break across his body. You couldn't want to leave, could you?
He decided eventually that he had to take you on an adventure so amazing, so awe-inspiring, and so unforgettable that you'd be back to your usual self again. So, he took you and Clara to the most stunning and technologically advanced planet he could remember. It was filled with music, which the Doctor knew was something you enjoyed. Slowly, he let himself smile when he saw you waltzing around with Clara, exploring the musical world.
Unknown, or perhaps forgotten to him, The Doctor's eyes widened as the first bomb shook the floor. He could hear thousands of voices cry out at once in fear and worry - yours being one of them.
The Doctor's mind suddenly cleared and became a melting puddle at the same time. He remembered the civil war that was breaking out on the planet at the exact time frame when he had dropped you all off, and he felt his thoughts becoming more and more frantic because through the smoke, he couldn't see you.
In the chaos, you were separated.
Clara screamed your name as the smoke swallowed you up, but the Doctor grabbed her arm, pulling her behind cover as laser fire erupted around them. His mind was racing. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. He should've never brought you here.
“We’ll find her!” he exclaimed, more to himself than Clara, as he scanned the area with his sonic screwdriver. “We’ll find her!”
But the minutes turned into hours, and the hours into an agonizing day. The Doctor didn’t stop searching, feeling like he had run a marathon across every inch of the planet to no avail. Even as Clara urged him to rest, his mind reeled with possibilities, each one worse than the last.
Had you been captured by one of the sides and kept a political prisoner? Are they torturing you for information you don't even have?Maybe you weren't even being kept a prisoner anywhere. Maybe you had-
The thought sent a severe chill through him as he squeezed his eyes shut. No. That wasn't an option. If you were gone, he was willing to break the laws of the universe to travel back in time and intervene. He didn't know why, but he would.
The more days that passed in rapid succession, the more the Doctor felt himself beginning to lose his head. His mind was fractured. His heart was beating too fast and not beating at all at the same time, and his head was constantly in his hands as he paced around the area.
Finally, the Doctor took Clara's advice and visited a hostel on the side of a street far away from the main cities. He booked two rooms, one for each of them, and nearly collapsed as he tried to stick the key into the keyhole. The key just wouldn't go in.
Eventually, the Doctor gave up and took out his screwdriver, sighing in relief as the door swung open to reveal-
“Doctor?” you whispered, sitting up from your bed. Your clothes torn, and you sported a deep-ish gash on your forehead. Relief and exhaustion warred in your expression as you caught sight of him, and before you could think, you ran toward him.
However, he who met you halfway, his long coat billowing behind him as he closed the distance. Without hesitation, you threw yourself into his arms, too overwhelmed to care about his usual aversion to touch.
For a moment, he stood frozen, his arms awkwardly hovering around you. But then, slowly, they came down, wrapping around you tightly. You felt his fingers curl into the fabric of your jacket as if anchoring himself to you, and a shudder ran through him.
“You’re alright,” he muttered, his voice low and strained. “You’re alright.”
“I'm fine!" You exclaimed. “I thought—”
“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone sharp but trembling. “Don’t say it. You’re here. That’s all that matters.” The Doctor finally pulled back just enough to inspect you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes scanning your features with an intensity that made your heart ache.
“You’re hurt,” he said, his voice gruff but gentle, and his eyes scanning the gash on your forehead.
“It’s nothing,” you replied, tears pricking at your eyes. “I just—Doctor, I was so scared.”
His expression softened, and for once, he didn’t pull away. “So was I,” he admitted quietly, and the vulnerability in his voice so foreign that it nearly caused the dam preventing the tears from streaming down your face to crumble.
You hesitated, searching his face. “I thought you didn’t like this,” you said, gesturing faintly to the way his hands still cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.
He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Like what?”
“The... the touching. Hugs. Any of it. I thought I was making you uncomfortable.”
His frown deepened as he shook his head. “You think that’s why you’ve been pulling away? Because you thought I didn’t—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. “No. You’ve got it all wrong.”
“Do I?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Because it sure seemed like—”
"I thought you were uncomfortable." The Doctor admitted, eyes darting away from yours.
"Doctor..." You muttered. "But you don't hug anyone-"
“You’re different,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “Do you hear me? You’re different. It’s not the same with you.”
You stared at him, his words sinking in slowly. “Different… how?”
The Doctor looked away briefly, as if the words were too much to say while meeting your eyes. “Because you matter,” he said finally, his voice low but resolute. “More than you know.”
"I-"
“I’m saying,” he interrupted again, his sarcasm suddenly returning and his voice suddenly gruff as if to mask his own vulnerability, “that if you wanted to—oh, I don’t know—hug me again, I wouldn’t… entirely hate it.”
A small laugh escaped you, light and disbelieving. “You wouldn’t… entirely hate it?”
He looked up at you, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles. “Don’t make me say it twice.” The Time-Lord whispered.
That was all the permission you needed. You stepped forward, hesitating only for a moment before wrapping your arms around him. For a split second, he tensed—an instinct, perhaps—but then his arms came around you, his embrace awkward but warm.
You felt the tension in your chest begin to dissolve as he held you, his grip tightening slightly as if he were afraid you might vanish if he let go.
“Better?” he murmured after a moment, his voice soft and almost teasing.
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your smile genuine for the first time in weeks. “Much better.”
And for the first time, the Doctor allowed himself to relax, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a small but genuine smile of his own.
“Good,” he said simply, and though his voice was as gruff as ever, there was a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
From the radio beside your hostel bed, a song you both recognised as one from Earth began to play, and you smiled widely when the Doctor offered a hand.
"A dance?" The Doctor asked, one attack-eyebrow twitching upwards as he smirked.
"Who are you and what have you done with my Doctor?" You asked mockingly, but you accepted his hand anyway and beamed when the two of you started to spin around the hostel room.
"You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like Heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much..."
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azerinbouee · 1 year ago
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If Donna stayed the Doctor's companion Part 2:
12th Doctor: *trying his best act* Look, Donna, So I am with monks now, I don't care about the Earth or your people...
Donna: You know I can tell the type of breakfast you had today from looking into your eyes at this point , right?
Donna: So wrap your acting up, we have an afternoon tea arranged at Jupiter after we get this monks out of the Planet.
12th Doctor: Can't you just play along for once...
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12th Doctor: I can't tell Donna that I am blind! She will fuss over me!
Nardole: You need to tell her! How can you hide it?
12th Doctor: Trust me, she will not notice one single thing.
Donna: *the second she walks into TARDIS* You are still blind, aren't you?
12th Doctor: Oh for Time's sake...
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11th Doctor: So, River is Amy and Rory's daughter and she is also my wife as well... Does that mean Amy is my in law?!
Donna: She can berate you Like a child at any time. Living my dream for real
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Donna: ...
12th Doctor: Not another word-
Donna: WORLD PRESIDENT LOL *bursts out laughing while pointing at him*
Donna: UPGRADE FROM TIME LORD VICTORIOUS THO
12th Doctor: Oh hell.. *puts his head on his hands*
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War Doctor: We are surrounded by knights, we need to do something to escape!
11th Doctor: Oh there is no need to espace. Watch. Donna?
Donna, from the portal: YOU STUPID SPACEBOY WHERE IN THE EARTH ARE YOU AND I AM COMING THERE TO KICK YOUR IDIOT ASS TO SPACE
Knights: *run away in true terror*
10th Doctor: It's like we never left...
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12th Doctor: *after turning up on the coffee shop Donna's relaxing* So, remember Davros?
Donna: ... Of course I do.
12th Doctor: *laughing nervously while thinking how he fucked up* So Guess what...
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10th Doctor: *getting married to Queen Elizabeth*
Donna and 11th whispering aggressively behind* : - I cannot believe you did not mention you were married to QUEEN ELIZABETH! -.OBVIOUSLY i diDN'T KNOW!-
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12th Doctor: So this is Gallifrey!
Donna: I thought it was Space Eden or something from the way you described it, this is just red sand. Like literal Azirona has more eccentric places than here.
12th Doctor: ...i sincerely want to believe I will be able to impress you one day because this is killing me.
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Donna: So...
12th Doctor: ...
Donna: Why did you kidnap the president's wife?
12th Doctor: Oh, Heaven, you had a conversation with Missy, didn't you?
Donna: I literally have enough material in my hand to embarrase you for at least one regeneration, yeah.
Missy: She is my favorite.
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13th Doctor: *steals Donna's coats every once in a while and does not give the clothes back*
Donna: *rants to her about that but secretly loves it*
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12th Doctor: Clara, please be rational and give the TARDIS keys to me.
Donna: *whispers to Doctor* Not to interrupt an emotional moment but she does know you can just snap your fingers and get into TARDIS doesn't she?
12th Doctor: *shakes his head slightly*
Donna: Also that I have an extra key...
Donna: In fact I have a bowl of them because you like the noise the keys make when you drop it in there
Donna: But I guess this is what we are doing because you like to see people in angst. Okay.
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