#female doctor who

[halfawillowtree]

Zendaya as Doc

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[madhatter0309]

I want another female Doctor

I want another female Master

women

[angelshitface]

but you not going to get it, got it?

[ebenelephant]

huge respect for anita tbh. she was on screen for 4 collective minutes, her life is pretty much unknown to us, yet we are all ready to die for her. she really got us all by the throats. 1000 fics now please.

[shuichiakainx]

❤️‍🔥

[elizabugz]

Little Red Riding Wolf - Jason Schneiderman / x / Black Iris - Leah Raeder / Gleinpir - Walton Ford / x / 940 Main Street - Erin Moran / Doctor Who s1e13 / Ghismomda With The Heart Of Guiscardo - Bernardino Mei / Friends Forever - Wayne McKenzie / The Beast - Frank Bidart

[buggyboba]

I'm working on requests, but I also had a fun little idea about the master and the doctor having a joint custody companion, who has to bring their youngish sibling along, the first time the kid says 'rizz or skibidi' both time lords are just lost.

"Did your tiny ape just slur at me?" -the master.

"What is a rizzler...what is a gyatt?" -the doctor.

Anyway, moral of the post time lords babysitting...?

[hollow-keys]

Instinctively calling for Jamie FOUR regenerations later.

[run-clever-boy]

Hey! Could I request some Twelve smut? Maybe when he was blind/relying on touch a lot? Thanks in advance love you bye!

I have been wanting to write something like this for SOOOO long!! Thank you sm!!!! I’m so sorry that this took me forever to write, hope you are satisfied!!

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Inch by Inch - 12th Doctor x Reader

Blind! 12th doctor x Fem!Companion!Reader

Words: 3,247

Summary: The doctor is having a tough time dealing with the complications of being blind. A companion of his and a very understanding reader is willing to help him navigate, but will he let her?

Warnings: Smut!! Minors DNI!!!, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Unprotected sex (0/10 do not recommend), Nipple play, dirty talk if you squint

You walked out of your room on the TARDIS as you heard some clambering downstairs. You assumed the doctor got into something he shouldn’t have and wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Doctor! Wait a minute stay where you are! I’m coming!” You yell down stairs as you come running down.

You abandon trying to put on your t-shirt, considering he can’t see you anyway. You start picking up the pace in your bra and sleep shorts. You tried not to think about the fact that you would be so exposed in front of the man you’ve admired (More romantically than you care to admit) for years. It was the middle of the night after all, but you knew the doctor never slept.

You run into the console room to see the doctor surrounded by bits and pieces of some alien technology you didn’t recognize. What was most important was that he was lying on the ground, and you needed to help him.

You rush over and grab him by the arm to pull him up and onto one of the chairs surrounding the console. “Doctor? Doctor are you alright??” You say worriedly, checking over his figure to make sure he isn’t injured. “What were you doing up?”

“I’m fine, Y/n, I promise” He says, stopping your frantic hands with his own, smoothing over your skin with his own. “Even with the glasses, the depth perception just isn’t on point” He says, his hand moving further up your arm.

“I am getting a med kit, there is no way you haven’t hurt yourself by now” You say, trying to get him steady. Once he looks steady you quickly turn on your heels and hear an exasperated sigh behind you as you leave to get the kit.

You return just as quickly as you left, walking quickly to ensure he doesn’t do anything stupid. You see him exactly where you left him. You can see him lean back against the console, clearly exhausted.

“You there y/n?” He questions

“Any time you need me, I will be” you quip back. You take out the neosporin and bandaids you loaded up a med kit with and help him fix up the scrapes on his hands. He scratched those up most often when he would try to catch himself as he ran into items around the TARDIS, despite the amount of clutter you cleaned up for him.

You help him up onto a chair that sat near the console, grabbing onto his arm firmly for support. He settles in the chair and takes his glasses off, running his hands over his eyes. You can see just how exhausted he is. You know that time lords don’t need hardly any sleep, but you assume the blindness has been taking its toll on him.

“Are you alright now doctor?” You ask timidly.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to fuss over me. In fact, I truly hate it when people fuss over me. You worry too much-”

“I worry with reason, doctor.” You interrupt.

He stops for a second, and exhales. “But you shouldn’t have to” he says quietly. His voice is shaky and there was a different inflection behind that than you expected. He can’t look you in the eye, but you know it’s not just his sight that’s bothering him.

“Doctor, what’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about me, Y/n. I’m supposed to take care of you, that’s how this works” He replies somberly. He can’t look you in the eye but he somehow finds you hand and holds it in both of his own.

“Doctor you do so much, I can take care of you too”

He brings your hand up to his lips gently. He stands up and brings you up to stand with him. He runs his hand along the seat to find his glasses and puts them back on, hitting a button on the side that presumably helps him navigate.

“I appreciate your help more than you know, Y/n. I have been a burden and I know that, please don't protest that. It's not easy having to take care of a stubborn blind man."

You chuckle a little. There was no doubt that he was stubborn. Even more so now that he was blind.

"Follow me" He says, squeezing your hand and turning to go down the stairs and into the halls of the TARDIS.

"I feel like that should be the other way around, Stevie Wonder"

"Shut up"

You can hear his smile in his voice as he says it. He very carefully weaves in and out of the halls of the TARDIS.

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise" His Scottish accent putting emphasis on the word.

"Well aren't we 'doctor mysterio' today” You quip back quietly. He turns his head and gives you the ‘shut up’ look. (Well almost, the angle was a bit off but you can’t blame him)

He arrives at a dark blue door, with some gold circular Galifreyan details. You recognize the language after spending so many years traveling with the doctor. You’ve seen him write in it once or twice, and you always found it mesmerizing. He’s tracing the pattern on the door with his free hand and you can’t help but stare. He turns the door knob and opens the room then walks in with you still in tow. You are just now able to see the room and look around properly. It’s a bedroom with a large bed in the middle which looks like it hasn’t been touched. It’s perfectly made with TARDIS blue sheets. You turn to see bookshelves filled to the brim with books, records, CDs, and pictures lining every wall. More Gallifreyan detailing is on the ceiling and sparkles like stars in the night. The room takes your breath away. Then everything click in your brain as you turn to face the doctor.

“Is this… your room, doctor?” You ask tentatively.

“It is” He replies. “It’s hardly ever used, other than storage lately. Considering the whole ‘Time lords don’t sleep’ ordeal” He smiles.

“It’s amazing” You say in awe.

“I thought you might like it”

He unclasped his hand from yours and ran it up your arm. You couldn’t help but shudder at the action, but your attempt to hide the shaky breath you let out was futile. He ran his hand down your side in an attempt to be able to guide you around by having his hand on your lower back only to discover that your side was exposed. You chose this particular moment to curse yourself for not putting on your t-shirt before running down stairs.

His movements froze when he felt your skin beneath his fingertips. You can feel you cheeks heat up and it quickly spreads throughout your body as your embarrassment floods through you.

“I- s-sorry” you mutter quietly, looking at the floor and shifting uncomfortably. You are all of a sudden way too aware that his hand still hasn’t left your side.

“What for?” He says quietly.

“Not wearing more, I guess” You stutter through and start nervously laughing.

There is a silence between you for a minute when he suddenly moves his hand against you waist. He finds a good grip against your side and gently pulls you in front of him so he’s facing you.

“That’s no reason to be sorry, Y/n” He says quietly, his face close to yours. “The only regret I have is not being able to see you right now”

You freeze in shock for a few moments. You feel your breath caught in your throat. All you can focus on is how the doctor’s hand is trailing up your side and across your chest. His hand finally stops when it finds the side of your face and his thumb glides over your bottom lip. You stay there frozen, finally letting out the breath you were holding. He could hear the shaky-ness in your voice and smiled at you. He was nervous too, you could tell (As much as he tried to hide it)

Just then you felt him tug you closer and you feel his lips touch yours. You could feel the hesitation in his movements so you pressed back against him. You could feel him instantly relax and get more bold with you. You move your hands up the smooth fabric of his suit jacket and wrap your arms around his neck. The one hand on your waist pulled you to him and you could feel the fabric he was wearing against your skin. You gasp and part your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He felt like he was every where, just overloading your senses. You ran your hands through his hair, needing him closer. You two move backward until your back hits the bookshelves behind you. You wince slightly at the contact not expecting it. He breaks the kiss for a moment, taking a second to breath.

“Are you alright?” He asks, evidently out of breath.

“Yes, god yes” You say, equally out of breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” it comes out as more of a confession than you meant it to be.

“I wish I could see your face, see your reactions to my touch” He says, bending down so the sound of his voice is in your ear. “But feeling you is incredibly worth it”

He kisses behind your ear and down your neck. He stops at your pulse points and sucks a hickey onto your neck and you use all of your self control to not let out the moans threatening to break free. Whimpers keep escaping as his lips work your neck and his hands are tracing your figure and exploring every inch of your body. Savoring every touch. He is running his hands and lips all over you as if to create a mental map of your body and memorize how you react. Certain touches leave you breathless, arching your back, goosebumps along your skin, and heartbeat skyrocketing.

“So responsive, love” He groans into your skin, hiding his cocky smirk behind explorative kisses.

He pulls you closer in an attempt to move to a different location, not that you minded. He guides you in the general direction of his bed, but stumbles as you both hit the edge of it. He uses the opportunity to wrap his broad hands around your waist, stroking your sides up and down from your ribs to your hips. He kisses you feverishly while he clumsily gets himself onto the bed and on top of you as you guide him. You run your hands up the fabric of his suit and gently guide the jacket off of his shoulders. He takes the hint and slips his arm out of it, tossing it carelessly to the side of the room, having no clue where it landed. You reach to unbutton his waistcoat and shirt while he pulls you closer to him by your hips. He helps you with the many buttons on his clothes in between his explorations of your body. You get everything off of his body and run your hands over the pale skin there. You can feel the roughness of him underneath your fingertips as you trace his body. He runs his hands wherever he can reach on you. From your neck, down your body, worshiping your hips and waist, and further down the run his hands over your legs. All he could want right now is to take all the time in the world to commit your every curve to memory.

His hands come underneath you and fumble around, searching for and then unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side. His lips leave yours for a moment and you almost whine at the absence.

“Show me where you want me”

His Scottish brogue is even deeper than normal. His breath is uneven and his attraction is evident within it. You know what he means now, he wants you to guide him.

You tangle your hands in his silver hair and gently pull his lips to your pulse point. He attacks the spot, licking and sucking hard. He moves just under your jaw and hits the amazing spot on your neck and a moan comes flying out of your mouth before you can stop it. He smirks into your skin as you mutter incoherent apologies. Ignoring your words, he puts more work into that spot, nibbling at the sensitive skin there which has you biting your lip in a failed attempt at concealing your whines. Your hips grind on nothing, begging for some sort of attention and the doctor presses his knee between your thighs to give you just that.

He glides his hands over your shorts and slips a finger into your waistband and slides the smooth material down your legs. You skillfully undo his trousers and he kicks them off.

You run your hands down his soft stomach and go to reach under the waistband of his boxers when his hand comes down and catches yours.

“You’ve done enough taking care of me as of late. Let me take care of you”

With that he resumes his kisses to your skin but then ventures them down your body. He roughly kisses the sensitive spots on your collar bone and then kisses the valley between your breasts. He searches for and then palms your tit, then kisses around until he finds you nipple on your other, taking it into his mouth. He licks over the hard bud lightly then puts a sudden but not unwelcome amount of pressure on it with his teeth. His other hand uses his fingers to roll your nipple between his fingers and pinches it allowing the very little pain to morph into complete pleasure. He switches his hand and mouth to give attention to both and you can barely think. Your breaths have run completely ragged and you can’t even bother to try and die down your moans. The whines escaping your lips go straight to the doctor’s cock and you can only imagine how hard he is for you. The inability to see you is only heightening every other sense he has and you are overwhelming them all.

He lowers his attention to your stomach, his hands running down the grope at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He can hear you, touch you, hell even smell you. All he wants to do now is taste you.

He runs his fingers over the cotton fabric of your underwear and you raise your hips involuntarily to meet his touch. He chuckles lightly at your enthusiasm and you curse him for his cockiness in your mind. He decides he’s wasted enough time so he slides your panties off and runs a finger through your folds. He groans when he feels just how wet he made you. He can’t wait any longer.

All of a sudden you can feel him everywhere. Licking stripes up and down all over you. Sucking your clit in his mouth. Sliding fingers around your entrance. It’s incredible and so much to take in at once. He has you bucking your hips into his hands and whining for him. He slides 1 finger into you. It’s just enough for you to squeeze onto. He continues his ministrations while curling that one finger to reach a spot inside of you that you had never felt before. Your eyes rolled back into you head and your back arched. You were so breathless even your moans had turned almost silent. He pressed his weight into your hips to stop their frantic movement as he added another finger which prodded at the most intimate areas he could possibly find. You didn’t even have time to think about the embarrassment that came with coming so quickly as you let out a desperate moan and your vision went blank. All you could feel was the white-hot sensation of the pleasure flooding through your every nerve. You could hear the praise and groans coming from the man you so desperately loved distantly as your consciousness came back to you. You didn’t realize that you were gripping his silver curls tightly as you came on his fingers. What you did see when you look down, however, was the Doctor licking his fingers clean with one hand and stroking his impossibly hard erection with the other.

This time you pulled him up and kissed his lips, desperate to taste yourself on him. He kissed you sloppily, his tongue sliding over yours and you biting his lip as he pulled back. You slid your hand into his boxers and grabbed his erection, pumping him slowly. His head fell onto your shoulder as he muttered a Gallifreyan curse.

“Fuck, Y/n. If you do that any more I won’t get through the night.”

You slid his shorts off his body and then wrapped your legs around his hips. You hooked your ankles into his back and pulled him closer. He hit your sopping wet entrance and a small whine escaped his lips. You reached between your bodies and lined him up with your entrance and pushed your hips forward.

“Take me like it’s the last time you’ll ever get the chance”

That was all he needed to kiss you fiercely on the lips and push into you, inch by agonizing inch. He bottomed out and waited for you to adjust to him. He felt like heaven, stretching you out just enough to where is felt like you were filled to the brim. You moaned at the thought and he took that as affirmation to start his thrusts. He hit the perfect spots in you and stroked every inch of you perfectly. It wasn’t long before the both of you were on the edge of complete bliss. His hips snapped with the fervor of a man much younger than him and his touch set a blaze on your skin. You had never felt someone pour so much into being intimate and it ignited a fire deep within you. He reached down and (with no vision might I add) expertly massaged your clit until you were writhing and screaming his name. The feel of you clenching around him had him gasping and stuttering out his orgasm quickly after yours, riding out your high to prolong this incredible moment. His hands still ran up and down wherever they could reach, but this time he hardly needed any guidance what-so-ever.

“If that’s what you can do without your vision, god knows what you could with” You joke, the words coming out breathlessly.

He pulls himself out of you and lays down at your side. “I don’t think I’ll need it”

“Why not?” You question curiously.

“Because…” He pauses to turn towards you and run his fingers down your torso. “As much as I would love seeing you under me, I can already tell that I’ve committed your every move, noise, reaction, and curve of your body to memory.” Sliding toward your ear as he says it. “I know you said to do this like it was the last chance I’ll get, but you greatly overestimate my self control if you think I can resist this for long”

You smile and lay your head down on his chest which is still heaving.

You couldn’t wait for him to explore your body once again, inch by inch.

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the doctor’s relationship to gender is oh no thank you :) <3 and the master collects genders like trading cards, send tweet.

[xx-dinah-writing-xx]

A Lazy Morning with Matt

Matt Smith x Reader

Fluff

She stirred slightly, the bed shifting as she became aware of the weight and warmth next to her. Matt was still asleep, his face relaxed, with one arm draped lazily across her waist. His chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, his breath soft against the side of her neck. His tousled hair was a delightful mess, strands sticking up in all directions from tossing and turning in the night. He looked peaceful, more relaxed than he ever did when they were out in the world, surrounded by cameras, fans, and the hectic life of an actor. Here, he was just Matt—her Matt.

Y/N shifted a little, careful not to wake him, but her movement must have stirred him because she felt him stretch beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as he murmured something incoherent into her hair.

“Hmm?” Y/N smiled, her voice still groggy from sleep.

Matt’s voice was a low, husky whisper, thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

Y/N glanced over at the small clock on the bedside table, blinking against the soft light of the morning. “A little after nine,” she whispered, turning back to him.

Matt groaned quietly, but it wasn’t the sound of annoyance. It was more of a satisfied noise, like he had all the time in the world to enjoy being in bed with her. “Too early,” he mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

Y/N laughed softly, running her fingers through his messy hair, enjoying the simple act of being close to him. “We could sleep in a bit longer.”

“Or,” Matt said, his voice still muffled against her neck, “we could just stay here all day. Forget the world. Just you, me, and the blankets.”

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his back. “Tempting offer. But I think we’ll have to move at some point. You know, food, shower, basic survival.”

He lifted his head just enough to peer at her with one eye open, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “I suppose. But we can delay that for a while, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, her voice soft as she leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “I think we’ve earned a lazy morning.”

Matt hummed contentedly, settling back down, his body molding perfectly against hers. It was moments like this that Y/N treasured the most—the quiet, intimate moments where it felt like they were in their own little bubble, away from the chaos of the outside world. No scripts, no cameras, no lines to memorize or scenes to shoot. Just the two of them, wrapped up in each other.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the occasional rustle of the blankets as they shifted slightly, and the distant noise of the city waking up outside. London had its charm, but it could be overwhelming sometimes, especially with the constant demands of Matt’s career. But here, in their bed, none of that mattered. Here, it was just the two of them, wrapped up in warmth and comfort.

Y/N shifted slightly, rolling over to face Matt fully. He had his eyes closed again, but there was a lazy smile on his lips, as if he knew she was watching him.

“You’re staring,” Matt mumbled, his voice teasing.

“Can’t help it,” Y/N replied, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re pretty cute when you’re half asleep.”

Matt cracked one eye open, giving her a look of mock offense. “Only half asleep? I’m pretty cute all the time, love.”

Y/N laughed, her heart swelling with affection for him. “Alright, you’re right. You’re devastatingly handsome even when you’re snoring.”

“I don’t snore,” Matt shot back, though the grin on his face told her he knew she was teasing.

“Oh, you definitely do,” Y/N teased, nudging him playfully.

Matt chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest as he shifted onto his back, pulling Y/N with him so she was resting against his chest. “You’re full of it,” he murmured, his fingers absentmindedly running through her hair.

They lay like that for a while, content to just be close, listening to each other’s heartbeat, their bodies tangled up in the soft sheets. Y/N could hear the faint sounds of the world waking up outside—the distant rumble of traffic, the occasional honk of a horn, the murmur of voices from the street below. But all of that felt far away, like it belonged to another world. Here, in their little cocoon of blankets and warmth, it was just the two of them.

“I love mornings like this,” Y/N said softly, her fingers tracing the outline of Matt’s collarbone as she spoke.

“Me too,” Matt replied, his voice equally soft. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. “I wish we had more of them.”

“We will,” Y/N said, her voice filled with quiet certainty. “We’ll make time for them.”

Matt smiled, his hand resting gently on the small of her back. “I like the sound of that.”

They fell into a comfortable silence again, the kind that only comes from knowing someone so well that words aren’t always necessary. Y/N could feel the steady rise and fall of Matt’s chest beneath her, the rhythmic beating of his heart a soothing lullaby that made her feel safe and content.

After a while, Matt’s stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, lifting her head to look at him. “I think someone’s hungry.”

Matt grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that would be me. But I still don’t want to move.”

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “How about I go make us something? We could have breakfast in bed.”

Matt’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, a playful glint in his gaze. “Breakfast in bed? You’re spoiling me now.”

“Consider it a reward for being so cute,” Y/N teased, slipping out from under the blankets.

Matt reached out, grabbing her hand before she could fully get up. “Don’t be gone too long.”

Y/N smiled down at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll be quick, promise.”

She padded softly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the cool tiles beneath her feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. The kitchen was small but cozy, with its light wood cabinets and open shelving filled with mugs, plates, and the occasional plant. It was one of Y/N’s favorite rooms in their flat, filled with memories of late-night tea, shared meals, and lazy mornings like this.

She quickly set about making breakfast, deciding on something simple—scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. As she worked, she could hear Matt moving around in the bedroom, probably rearranging the pillows and blankets to create the perfect nest for their breakfast.

After a few minutes, she loaded everything onto a tray—two steaming mugs of coffee, plates of eggs and toast, and a bowl of mixed berries—and made her way back to the bedroom.

Matt’s face lit up when he saw her, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I do,” Y/N replied with a grin, carefully setting the tray down on the bed. “Now, dig in before it gets cold.”

They sat together, nestled in the blankets, sharing the simple meal and enjoying the quiet. Every now and then, Matt would steal a berry from Y/N’s plate, and she would pretend to scold him, but they both knew she didn’t really mind. It was all part of the playful rhythm they’d fallen into over the years, a routine that felt as natural as breathing.

After breakfast, they lay back down, their plates set aside, and Matt pulled Y/N back into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the warmth of the morning sunlight.

“I could stay like this forever,” Matt murmured, his voice sleepy but content.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, resting her head on his chest once more. “Me too.”

And for that morning, at least, the world outside faded away. It was just them, wrapped up in each other, savoring the simple joy of being together—no rush, no distractions. Just love, warmth, and the quiet intimacy of a lazy morning in London.

[glitterywastelandobject]

The Doctor to all her haters.

[vixxnev]

Can’t believe I forgot to post this to tumblr. Knight!13 + Yaz story in the works ⚔️✨

[midnightrings]

Favorite Female Characters (4/∞) - River Song [Doctor Who]

"Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time ... a little time."

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