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To the person who sent me an anon message earlier today, the answer is yes, but please come off anon and message me again so I can help privately.

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I’m doing a very important poll for Science

Everyday laptop users: Do you primarily prefer using your trackpad or a mouse?  

Please take a second to click the link above and help settle a debate!

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I’m doing a very important poll for Science

Everyday laptop users: Do you primarily prefer using your trackpad or a mouse?  

Please take a second to click the link above and help settle a debate!

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HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY

a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity

brooklyn bail fund

minnesota freedom fund

atlanta action network

columbus freedom fund

louisville community bail fund

chicago bond

black visions collective

richmond community bail fund

the bail project inc

nw com bail fund

philadelphia bail fund

the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme

george floyd’s family gofundme

blacklivesmatter.com

reclaim the block

aclu

turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.

youtube will donate to blm for you.

please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.

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“Her name was River Song. They were together for a while, and they were very happy. And then she died, a long time ago.”

- Nardole, The Return of Doctor Mysterio

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Hi! About your patreon thing - does this mean you won’t be posting publicly on ao3 or tumblr anymore? And what about your existing fics? I’d like to know more about how you’re going to be handling anything, if that’s okay. :)

Hi, anon! Good question - the answer is quite long so I’ll put a cut below. ;)

I do intend to still post publicly, but I’m planning to give my supporters on patreon more content than I’ll be posting on ao3 and tumblr. My existing fics will still be available and I won’t delete them, don’t worry. In fact, I just updated one of my stories a few minutes ago! 

Keep reading

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Hi! If you like my writing,

Please check out my patreon account! I’ve been putting this off for a long time, but now it’s come to a point where I’ll either lose my home or my chance to go to school. To help ya girl get an education, please support me! Even just three dollars goes a long, long way.

For those of you who’d like to learn more about the reasons why I’m doing this and how everything works, keep reading:

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surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of thespacehairandthespaceidiot

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Chapters: ½ Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Alex Kingston, Matt Smith Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Spanking, Friends With Benefits, Casual Sex, Feelings Realization, Jealousy, Lust Summary:

Matt and Alex start a physical relationship, but will it remain that way?

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Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Alex Kingston, Matt Smith, Arthur Darvill, Karen Gillan Additional Tags: Tattoo Parlour AU, This is the AU your momma warned you about, AU obviously, Arthur is a tattoo artist, so is Moffat lol, this is the AU exactly no one asked for, You’re Welcome Summary:

Alex is a renowned tattoo artist based in Los Angeles and Matt is a hopeful apprentice who literally stumbles into her shop one near-spring day.

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Matt scoffs, leaning his back against the brick wall, “Oi!” He narrows his eyes at her a bit, “You’re British, too.”

She laughs, and Matt feels the sound slip into his veins and mingle with his blood. It’s the most tantalizing sound he’s possibly ever heard, “Yes,” she agrees, her accent thick, “But I’ve been here well on fifteen years now.” She chuckles, eyeing him, “So, tell me – what use could I possibly have for you, darling?” Her eyes rake down his frame and back up again, and then she blinks at him innocently.

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Admissions, Press Night - Starring Alex Kingston, Sarah Hadland,  Andrew Wooddall, Margot Leicester and Ben Edelman. (x)

Pictures by Johan Persson.

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Happy Birthday Alex Kingston! 

You’re one of the sweetest people ever! I am so grateful that I got to meet you back in November. We had a nice convo and I was so scared and starstruck.

I hope you have a lovely day sweetie!

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Alex Kingston Appreciation Week

↳ Day 7: Happy Birthday Alexandra Elizabeth Kingston (March 11th, 1963)

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Mattex Prompt: is there a reason you're naked on my bed?

Alex unlocks the door to her house, feeling weary and exhausted. The play she’s been working on has just finished its month long run, and after waiting with fans outside for a few hours, the cast had insisted that they got some drinks together to celebrate the end of a immensely successful run - and, of course, her birthday. 

At the stroke of midnight, she’ll be turning another year older. She honestly doesn’t think much about it. Her age hasn’t bothered her in a long time. She thinks it’s because she’s very satisfied with her life - with her a job and her daughter and friends - and of course, Matt.

Dear Matt. He’s been so loving and gentle, patiently waiting for her. It’s almost been five years of ups and downs with him. He’s one of the things she loves most in her life - second only to her daughter - and every night she lies in bed with him she counts her lucky stars that he’s by her side.

She can’t wait to just get under the covers and snuggle close to him. He always feels so warm, his arms wrapped around her. She loves listening to his heartbeat when she hugs him close - the sound so comforting and soothing, providing a nice lullaby for her to fall asleep to.

She drops her bags onto the couch and kicks off her shoes lazily, too tired to pick up after herself. She pulls her dress over her head and walks to the room in nothing but her underwear and her jewellry, taking the latter off easily as she opens the door.

And she stands, utterly shocked, not a sound leaving her as she stares.

Matt is standing proudly on the bed, hands on his hips, a beaming smile upon his face. His pose almost looks like a superhero, which would’ve been only mildly hilarious if he hadn’t been stark naked. 

“Surprise!” He shouts.

Alex’s jaw drops and her eyes widens, but still she manages, “Is there a reason you’re naked on my bed?”

“On our bed, Kingston.” He corrects, jumping down onto the hardwood floor. He straightens up again and smiles up at her. “Since I’ve officially finished unpacking all my boxes.”

It’s still a new arrangement - one they came up with together. They’d been taking things very, very slow, but when they decided that they were serious about each other, Matt had moved in part-time with Alex while she was in the UK. He still kept his old flat in London, and he still slept there whenever Alex would go back to the States.

But now she’s here full-time, and they’d decided that it was time for him to move in, for good. So he sold his flat the first chance he got and packed all his stuff, moving to Alex’s the same day. That had been two weeks ago.

“You’re naked.” She says again, and this time her eyes flicker to the windows. “And the curtains aren’t drawn!”

“Relax!” Matt says soothingly, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. “No one is going to see us here.” 

“What is this, Matt.” She gestures vaguely to his state of undress, and he smiles that charming smile down at her again.

He turns around and walks over to the drawers, talking as he does, “I know you said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of your birthday. And I know you’re tired because you’ve been working very hard on that play.” He bends down to retrieve something and Alex leans back to admire the curve of his bum. “But I figured I can still treat you to something, at no cost whatsoever.”

He walks back to her and holds his hands out, willing her to take something. She frowns as she looks down at it, turning it over in her hands. 

“It’s a ribbon.” She states, looking up at him in confusion.

“Yes,” Matt nods, taking it from her again. “And it goes right…. here.”

He ties it around his cock and poses for her. She laughs out loud, tilting her head back.

“You are absolutely ridiculous,” she says, shaking her head in amusement. 

He grins back at her, obviously pleased with himself for making her laugh. 

“So, are you my present?” She asks, tilting his head at him. 

He nods. “I’m here to do as you wish, madam.” He bows to her.

“Oooh, madam.” Alex repeats. “I like the sound of that.”

“I thought you might.” He grins back. He takes her hand and leads her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge of it. “So I’ve got massage oil, some normal games, some masks if you want to try them - the lady in the store said they were very good ones and I trust her. Dirty games, more dirty games - only if you’re in the mood for it, of course - and, yes - a jumbo pack of condoms.”

He holds the pack in his hand hopefully and she laughs again, leaning back on the bed. 

“I’m sorry, darling, but I think I’m too tired for that tonight.” She says apologetically, but he doesn’t look dejected or disappointed. He just shrugs and tosses it aside.

“Alright then, what do you want me to do for you?” He asks eagerly, sitting down on the bed beside her. 

“A massage would be heaven right now, darling, thank you.” She says to him.

“Alright, one massage, coming right up.” He says, grabbing the massage oil.

She lays her front down on the bed and unhooks her bra, tossing it to the side of the room. He goes up behind her and starts smoothing the oil into her skin, making her moan as his knuckles press against her sore muscles.

“Your hands are heaven, darling.” She moans, sighing in content.

“I know.” He says softly to her, and something about his voice awakens desire in her - his tone has changed from before. It’s low and suggestive and suddenly she feels fire in the pit of her stomach. 

“You know,” she says softly to him, looking back over her shoulder. His eyes are dark when they meet hers. “Maybe we can try a few of those dirty games after this and see where that leads us.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Alex Kingston, Matt Smith Additional Tags: Journal, bit of voyeurism going on, NSFW, Bit of exhibitionism Summary:

It’s a rather unassuming notebook, really. Just a small mint green moleskine that looks pretty well-worn around the edges, as though someone’s spent quite a lot of time writing in it. It’s sitting by itself on the otherwise empty table, and Matt tries resolutely to ignore it. He has the best intentions, honestly, because it’s not his notebook. In fact, he doesn’t know whose notebook it is, and he does quite a good job of ignoring it for the first few minutes he’s alone with it. Doesn’t even consider inching down the table and picking it up to peruse its contents. Doesn’t even cross his mind, really.

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keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave

River awakes on Christmas morning the way she’s been waking up for the past year - a pair of strong arms encircled around her, keeping her protected in the Doctor’s embrace. She turns and finds a pair of deep blue eyes twinkling at her; still laced with sleep and a hint of smile. She smiles back, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek lightly, stroking her thumb over the lines around his eyes and the wrinkles on his face.

“Good morning,” she whispers, not wanting to disturb the peace and the quiet that comes with the start of a new day.

“Happy anniversary, River.” He whispers back.

His arms wind themselves tighter around her middle and pull her closer, their bodies touching. She pushes her hair away from her face as she adjusts herself so that they’re both eye to eye, and she watches him.

She loves this - she loves watching him, loves how this doctor wears his heart on his sleeve when he’s with her - his previous face had been cautious and wary for so long before she managed to wear his defenses down, but this one just trusts. He loves her, and he isn’t at all afraid to show it.

And she loves how he shows it. If she’d thought that her bowtie-wearing husband had been besotted for her after they were married, it was really nothing compared to how just utterly devoted this version is. She’s never stayed with him for this long before, and in the first few weeks of their stay here, she’d been a little sceptical about his ability to sit still. Part of her had expected him to leave in the middle of the night, without warning. She had a feeling that he could sense it - her scepticism, her doubts towards him and how he really felt about her - and he worked twice as hard to make sure she knew how sincere this is. How important these years are to him.

While the previous Doctor had won her with big, romantic gestures, this one had won her with small, frequent ones. Taking her out on dates at the local cafe, supporting her with every decision she makes and convincing her, albeit slowly, to open up. Because he tells her everything and he wants her to be able to do the same.

She never would’ve guessed that the Doctor with the angry eyebrows and grumpy demeanour would be the gentlest, softest reincarnation of her husband. While her ageless God would take her to the finest restaurants in the universe and go dancing if she was feeling morose, this version would don an apron on his caledonian form, pour her a glass of wine and whip up something delicious for her in the kitchen, while stealing little kisses from her. This Doctor shows his love differently - not better or worse, just different. And she loves him.

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year, Doctor. It doesn’t feel like it.” She tells him softly, reaching for his hand beneath the sheets. She intertwines her fingers together and presses his hand close to her chest, ducking her head slightly to brush her lips against his knuckles. “Time is moving much too quickly.”

His blue eyes move over her face as he squeezes her hand in comfort, a melancholy expression quickly taking over his face. Sometimes - very rarely, of course, these twenty-four years hang over them like a prison sentence. A constant reminder that this state of bliss is temporary, a ticking clock counting down the moments of their marital paradise. On those dreadful days, there’s an overwhelming feeling of injustice in her chest, an urge to rebel like she’s done so many times before - cheat time like they’ve done so many times before. After all, fixed points can be rewritten, can’t they?

But the Doctor’s face when she’d brought it up - the fear in his eyes when she suggested that they run away from it all - it made her stop and reconsider. What if, by doing this, she erased their time together? Their marriage, their love, spanning centuries and galaxies and realms that hadn’t even existed without them - all gone because of her? She could never do that to him, or to herself.

“Time is always moving too quickly with you, River.” He says softly, looking into her tear-filled eyes. His other hand reaches up to her face, his smile sad but loving. “That’s why every moment is so precious.”

She nods, shutting her eyes tightly as she tries to make the dread sitting idly in her heart leave - because today is supposed to be happy. And who knows how many happy days she has left after Darillium?

“Happy Christmas, my love.” She says, leaning in closer to press a soft kiss to his lips.

He grasps her waist as she leans in and pulls her on top of him, smirking as she squeals a little before their lips meet and he snogs her excitedly, feeling her respond easily.

When she pulls back to fix him with an exasperated look, his hands roam freely around her body and settle easily on her bum. He gives her a grin that tells her he’s quite pleased with himself.

“Must you really do that every morning?” She asks, swatting him playfully on the shoulder when she feels his warm hand squeezing her arse.

“How else will I get my morning kiss?” He asks her, grinning. He squeezes her bum pointedly again as he says, “I want to be able to touch every part of you.”

She shakes her head. “You’ll get bored of that move sooner or later.”

“Don’t count on it.”

She braces herself on her arms and leans down to press more gentle kisses onto his lips, feeling his mouth curve into a soft smile as his hands move up her back, pressing her into him.

“I love you,” she breathes, before his lips claim her again.

“I love you so much, River.” He says back, before he pulls her knickers down.

They don’t talk for the rest of the morning.