#davidtennantisthedoctor-10

[basmathgirl]

Hey what up, how are you. Wanted to ask you or your followers looking for a fic. That involves donna and ten being forced to marry and shag. I remember Martha and Jack being in the story. I also remember it was a multi chapter story. It was on teaspoon I think it's called. Anyone have any idea.

Hello @davidtennantisthedoctor-10. Hope you are well. :)

The story you’ve described sounds like Uncertainty by Sykira which was originally part of a longer story that might still be posted on LiveJournal . 

Please note, it will only be accessible if you have been included on Sykira’s friends list; so it will be worth your while to write her a note first.

Sorry that I cannot help any more than that. 

[dramioneasks]

Hey I read this fanfiction where Hermione was getting anonymous notes from draco but I really only remember where Lucius put harry under the imperious curse? Dose anyone know the name of it?

Anyone?

[confessionsofacookie]

Get to Know ME

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Tagged by @coyoteimagines (her Chuck Hansen Fics are the BOMB) oh btw you should check her blog out! This chick can write - i shrivel in comparison to her :D

Relationship status: Single :D Favorite colour: Green (I lean more to mint tho and emerald and the kind of olive) (well it seems it’s a more popular colour than I thought!) Lipstick or chapstick: It honest to God doesn’t matter sometimes. Hell, i’ll use Vaseline if i can’t find anything and a dab of pink or red eye shadow on top of it Last song you listened to: Sign of the Times - Harry Styles and everything by 2 Cellos (there’s something about that deep rich sound that echos and speaks to my soul) and Liability by Lorde is the song of my life... so sad and alone *wibbles* Last movie you watched: Logan... my heart man, my heart! Top 3 characters: Rhysand, Amren... (why is it when people ask you these things you can never remember?!) John Wick (eheheheheeeeee) Top 3 ships: Bellamy and Clarke (the 100), Mike and 11 (stranger Things) and Nancy and Jonathon (Stranger Things) The Niña, Pinta and the Santa Maria. <------ this answer was from coyote imagines and it was super epic, so i’m keeping it! (Daryl Dixon and Me? maybe :D) how could i forget SYDRIAN (i know, i know more than 3 sorry.... i just have so much love and no one to give it to sometimes T_T) Books you are currently reading: A Court of Thorns and Roses THESE BOOKS GIVE ME LIFE!!!!! Six of Crows MY BABIES!!!!! Fever Series -  MAC girl you BAE and Dani WTF and Ryodan WTFFFFFFFFFFF?! Black Dagger Brotherhood .... JM you vexing me bad, Dresden Files a bit indifferent about them, Letters to the Lost was really sweet Top 5 musicals: Phantom of the Operaaaaa (Love of my FREAKING LIFE! I legit has the CD and play it all the time and I cannot watch the ending ever because I’ll sob like a kid who’s ice cream fell of the cone), Sound of Music, Moulin Rouge, All Things Disney and High School Musical (I would love to see a Broadway Show!)

Tag 9 People (maybe not happening but imma try!)

@galaxycat1903 @abigailredgrave @davidtennantisthedoctor-10 @borntobeagryffindor @engie115 @lunalayn @generalsenpai @angelias134 @commasanddecimals

[confessionsofacookie]

Dreamwalker

For @davidtennantisthedoctor-10 :

The reader is a witch and she travels to johns world through her dreams, but she thinks it's just a dream and john is constantly trying to convince her that it's real. I know a crazy idea but I really good at coming up with crazy ideas So Sorry.

Author’s Note: I kindda sorta changed it a tad. I hope that’s okay? Enjoy!

Dreamwalker

He handed me the bourbon, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal glass. So, real, it all seemed so real. I raised the glass to my lips, the alcoholic smell hitting my nostrils at full blast. Gingerly I took a sip and let the liquid fill my mouth before swallowing it. It burnt a trail down my throat before settling warmly in my stomach.

I raised the glass back to eye level.

“It all seems so real,” I murmured.

A dark male head turned to me “, what was that?”

I shook my head “, nothing.”

His long elegant fingers entwined with mines. The warmth that emanated from his fingers also felt real.

“You sure,” he whispered, the words rough.

I looked to the black pin pricked sky “, it all seems so real.”

He leaned closer to me “, it is y/n.”

I shrugged and continued looking at the shimmering stars.

These dreams all happened less than a week ago. The stars and planets had aligned for the first time in one hundred and fifty years and on that said night, a star fell from the heavens. It was lore that once you made a wish it was bound to come true – at least that’s what my best friend told me. On a whim and out of loneliness I made a wish, a wish across distance and time to find my one true love.

The following night the dreams began. In misty surroundings, I wandered lost and confused, until I stumbled upon a glass house. I entered the premises and found a raven-haired man dressed in a crisp black suit sitting on the porch drinking. He like myself had seen the star and made a wish but neglected to tell me what it was. John Wick he introduced himself as and offered me a drink from a crystal decanter. Despite myself I accepted and felt the familiar feelings of warmth and comfort float over me in his presence, almost like I had known him all along.

It continued like this for several nights. Every time I closed my eyes the foggy settings and glass house greeted me along with the raven-haired man.

I sat with my best friend Marie at our usual breakfast diner. A mug of tea rolling between my hands.

“Earth to y/n!” called my friend.

I jumped “, oh! Sorry, was thinking about some dreams I’ve been having.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly “, nightmares?”

I laughed lightly and leaned back against the chair “, no, no, no – just – I dunno how to call it. It’s just a dream with some handsome guy named John.”

“A wet dream?” sniggered Marie.

I reached forward and slapped her arm, she recoiled laughing.

“No, not a wet dream! It’s just a dream in this foggy setting with this glass house…” I trailed off when I caught Marie’s wide eyed expression.

“Marie?” I called concerned.

Her eyes darted sideways then back to me “, you wished on the falling star for your true love, didn’t you?”

I nodded, a bit confused.

“Did you try finding each other?” she asked eagerly.

I frowned “, why, would I do that?”

“Because it’s real!”

I huffed a laugh and took a bite out of my waffle “, it’s just a dream, Marie and wishes on stars don’t come true. I was just feeling a little lonely when I wished for that but I’m fine now.”

She shot me an incredulous look “, it’s real! My brother-in-law’s great grant parents met that way and they described the same settings you said.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You have seven days to find whatever it is you wished for,” stressed Marie “, once that time is up everything would be lost forever!”

I stared at her dumbfounded for a second.

“It’s just a dream Marie!” I snapped “, things in dreams can feel and taste real.”

“But what about John –.”

I held up a hand silencing her “, don’t you think I looked him up on a hope that he might be real, he’s not! He does not exist!”

Marie’s eyes drooped as she regarded me and a resigned look settled over her. She stood and placed a hand on my shoulder “, the star fell Sunday and today is Saturday, it’s the last night until the next hundred and fifty years – just try for me.”

“It’s just a dream,” I repeated and watched her leave. A sinking feeling developing in my stomach.

It’s just a dream I mumbled to myself as crawled beneath the covers. My heart however thought otherwise and hammered away in my chest. I wanted it to be real so badly and the crushing sadness I felt when I looked for John only to find out he didn’t exist broke my heart. There was no one for me in this world and even if it was just a dream, I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift off.

The familiar setting of the misty grounds and house appeared before me. As usual I found John waiting for me on the porch, a glass of bourbon waiting for me.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long,” I announced as I took my seat beside him.

He gave me a small smile and handed me the glass which I took. I rolled the glass between my hands watching the liquid tumble in the cavity.

“How do I find you?” whispered John, his gaze upwards.

I looked to him “, what do you mean?”

He turned, dark almond eyes locked on mines “, this isn’t a dream y/n, this is real.”

I huffed a laugh and rested the glass back on the table “, wow, the brain has some really creepy ways of internalizing and sorting information.”

He grasped my elbow and tugged me lightly “, I’m not joking y/n, I thought the same way as you until a few days ago when someone told me the same thing happened to their great grandparents.”

I stared at him, alarm growing in my chest.

“They both wished to be with the ones they were faithed to be with for life on the same shooting star we saw and under the same events.”

I was gaping now “, the planets had aligned like they are now and when the planets shifted out of alignment the dreams ended. During that time, they believed that they were dreaming real time events and throughout distance and time they eventually found each other.”

I stood abruptly, my chair falling over and stalked away from John. The information I had just received was a bit too much to process at the moment.

I carded a hand through my hair “, but it’s just a dream – a dream.”

The mist was thickening, shrouding the place in white, signalling the end of the dream.

“Do you know what I wished for?” called John, his voice sounding a bit disconnected.

I was just a dream, things like this didn’t happen. I didn’t respond.

“I wished for the one who would ease my burdens, who would love me through it all and not matter what could see past all the faults that I have,” his voice broke a little.

I turned, his from was growing further away from me and his voice was becoming difficult to hear.

“You showed up y/n like a dream – the dream I’ve always wanted, except it wasn’t a dream,” he shouted.

Maybe it was real, screamed my mind. I didn’t want to lose him on a whim that this was a dream. It could all be real – it could! I ran towards his disappearing form. My legs moved sluggishly and heavy, like I was manuvering through mud.

“Wait!” I screamed at his form “, John!”

My hand flew to my throat and I ripped my mother’s locket from my neck and tossed it at his form. I was unsure if he had caught it but I hoped. God, I hoped.

A sob ripped out of my throat as his form vanished “, I love you.”

A thin voice floated on the wind “, no matter where or when you are, I’ll find you.”

I woke to a mellow yellow light, with a violent sob wrecking through my body. I dragged the pillow from the unoccupied side of the bed and cried into it. All this time I wasted thinking that it was just a dream and it could have been real. I reached for the necklace round my neck, needing to feel it’s comforting presence in my hand. It was missing. Did I really give it to him in the dream? A tiny flare of hope flooded through my body.

The doorbell rang and the flare grew larger. I flew from the bed to the door and yanked it open. A Jehovah Witness advocate stood in the doorway offering to read prayers. Numbly I declined and shut the door in their face. I pressed my back against the door and slid down onto the floor.

Who was I fooling? It was a stupid dream after all and I had lost my necklace, not given it away.

3 Years Later

I weaved through the bustle of foot traffic on my way from work and made my way to the train station. I took my usual seat by the window and waited for departure. My hand snaked to my neck looking for the locket I had lost some years prior. I tapped the spot on my chest it used to rest idly. I dozed a little until the ride ended and disembarked at my stop.

I walked up the subway stairs, huffing lightly. I was getting out of shape. A raven-haired man in a crisp suit zoomed past me as I made it to the top of the stairs.

“Watch it!” I shouted after him and continued on my way.

“y/n?” a husky male voice called.

I froze. That voice, I knew that voice. My heart began thundering in my chest as I slowly turned. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.

“John?” I whispered in disbelief.

“I promised you I’d find you,” he whispered back.

I flew into his arms and buried my head into his chest deeply inhaling his fresh clean scent. Home, John smelt like home. He wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly, his lips pressed to my head.

I raised my head and looked at him, my eyes brimming. He withdrew a hand from me and fished it around in his pocket. He pulled out a gold locket and dangled it before my eyes.

I gasped lightly and touched it “, I believe this is yours.”

“It was my mom’s,” I replied and brushed aside my hair so he could attach it round my neck.

“After so much searching, finally I found you,” he sighed, his head dropping towards mines.

His dark eyes, so much like the dream flicked to my lips then back to my eyes. I tilted my head to his granting his access. Gently he pressed his lips to mine before pulling back.

I frowned “, is that all?” I questioned a bit disappointed.

He grinned wickedly and deftly captured my lips again for a feverish kiss. He pulled back “, how about now?” he asked slightly winded.

“Better, much better!” I panted with a huge idiotic grin on my face.

“I love you too,” said John, his eyes soft and a light smile on his lips.

[confessionsofacookie]

Monday Shout Out to Top Fans

In first place: @lunalayn

Second place: @galaxycat1903

Third place: @davidtennantisthedoctor-10

and last but NOT LEAST, THE NEWEST MEMBER: @borntobeagryffindor

WOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Your guys can request situations and I’ll write a head cannon for you! :D

[basmathgirl]

Happy birthday and want to thank you for posting so much for posting ten x donna stuff. Hope to catch up with you soon.

Hello @davidtennantisthedoctor-10!

Thank you so much.

How could I resist some Ten x Donna? They inspire and my life a great deal.

Hope to speak to you soon  ♥

[basmathgirl]

Movies

Ok, I was tagged by the fantastic @some-thrilling-heroics. Thank you, love! I’ve done this before but this meme is right up my street because I easily found another six films. :D

 Six movies you can watch at any time

 1.       The Muppet Christmas Carol

2.       Doc Hollywood

3.       Gregory’s Girl

4.       Seven Brides For Seven Brothers

5.       To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar

6.       Muriel’s Wedding

 I tag: @suns-of-gallifrey, @davidtennantisthedoctor-10, @a-dreaming-girl-go-arnfr, @fuckyeahtatennant, @acciogryffindordudes, @noteissignedlc, @waltzing-with-sherlock, @malicehaughton, @ladyjess1126 and @catherinetatesboobs.

[basmathgirl]

Happy Birthday hope you had a great one.

Hello davidtennantisthedoctor-10!!

Thank you so much! 

I’ve now got *looks at the clock* one and a half hours left of my birthday, so time to bring out the hot cocoa... ;)

[basmathgirl]

89 and 14

Hello davidtennantisthedoctor-10! 

Thank you so much for asking me these! And as usual, I’ve waffled on for a bit, so I’ve put in a cut for those who aren’t nosey enough to read it.

89. What is something you wish you had more of?Brains. Oh no...! No no no! Not to eat, make soup or brawn from (have you seen that stuff? Yuck!). I mean extra mileage within my head, a higher IQ, or just more common sense; whichever is applicable. I suppose I’m expected to wish for more money or beautiful looks - not that I had any beautiful looks to start with, please note. Well, money is nice but as long as I have enough to pay my bills with and have the odd nice treat, I’m fine. As for good looks, they make more of a difference when you are younger and can gain from the positive attention and privileges. Everybody becomes uglier when they are old; if they make it to old age, of course, so you have to be grateful for getting the option. That’s the good thing about being old - it becomes a level playing field. The fact that the playing field is in a bad part of town, with little lighting, no buses, weird eucalyptus or lavender smells, repeated conversations, your legs start playing up, and apparently someone keeps muffling the sound on the television, has got nothing to do with it! We all end up the same when we enter the great waiting room of life and wait for that little voice that declares, “You’re next!” Being at the front of the queue doesn’t frighten me. So... coming back to the question, I’d like to learn more, be aware of more, access mentally more, absorb more information, be even more enthralled by it all, because we live in a beautiful world and it is wonderful to be reminded of that from time to time.  

14. Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?Well, I know for a fact that you can’t black out as quickly or easily with emotional pain as you can with physical pain, because I’ve done it. The passing out bit, I mean; as well as the obvious emotional and physical pain. Would passing out at the sight of blood (my own blood) be classified as physical or emotional pain? Hmm. Things to ponder over later on.Anyway, I have actually passed out due to physical pain a few times. The most notable time being when I foolishly decided to try and give birth without any painkillers - stupid natural childbirth book my sister-in-law lent me, that went on and on about how beautiful it was! Yeah, because we all look ecstatically happy as we give birth and some bloke in a beard looks on (if you believe the antenatal videos). I did manage the bearded aspect, now that I think about it... Then again, if your idea of fun is feeling as though you have been and are continuing to be ripped apart, be my guest to try going ‘natural’. You’re probably the sort of person who likes to flog themselves each morning with birch twigs, or has a nifty line in horsehair shirts.  I feel sorry for the little nurse that I ended up yelling at to give me some painkillers and I didn’t care it might be too late. *sigh* Sorry, love. I’m just impressed with myself that I didn’t deck the doctor who then came in and gave me an internal examination - I wanted to, I assure you.BUT physical pain doesn’t last as long as emotional pain. That sort of pain has a trickle down effect upon your whole life; and I have shed more tears over it than physical pain. Let’s be honest, there are normally tablets you can take to ward off physical pain, but they aren’t so keen to prescribe them for emotional pain. And thumping someone who is the cause of your emotional pain doesn’t help for longer than the few seconds after you’ve hit them. Yes, you might have guessed that I’ve done that too. It was a reflexive involuntary action (and I’ll continue to swear that with my dying breathe). There are times in life when emotional pain becomes physical pain. Grief in mourning is such a thing, and can last years; especially if you repress it. It’s hard to be whimsically sarcastic about such a thing, so I won’t bother. Instead, I shall apply some fanfiction to the wound. 

[basmathgirl]

Hey just wanted to let people know that I'm now taking requests for edited photos. For doctor Who characters so just wanted to spread the word since people liked the ones I've already done. Hope you don't mind spreading the word thanks.

Hello davidtennantisthedoctor-10. 

Of course I’ll spread the word for you, gorgeous! Your edits are beautiful. :)