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ariadnamsaenz:

iprayforangels:

suddin:

ectricark:

imsirius:

#THEY DON’T WRITE EM LIKE THIS ANYMORE

[echoes of eleven blowing up cybermen to get information in the distance]

People who don’t love Nine are the dumbest.

People think that Nine is dark sullen and a killer. They’re wrong. Nine not dark. He’s light and happy and in love. He wear a leather jacket and is the closest Doctor the the Time War but he is not dark. He is a light person who is fighting his dark past. He knows what he’s done and is fighting to right his wrongs. He just wants everyone to live.

Eleven on the other hand is the exact opposite. People think he’s a puppy in a fez. They’re wrong. He is not happy and joyful. He’s careless. He is having adventures while ruining lives and killing people. He is the man who forgets. He has forgotten the pain he felt after what he did and now is so comfortable killing.

He doesn’t remember Nine. Nine, the Doctor with depression. Nine, the Doctor who fell in love with an nineteen year old shop girl who didn’t need a magic back story to be special. Nine, the Doctor who went and saved his friends without killing. Nine, the Doctor who chose to lose instead of causing loss.

Nine chooses to give up being a god. Eleven pretends he is a god. Nine would make a merciful god. Eleven acts like a vengeful god. Nine is a puppy in a leather jacket. Eleven is a a killer in a fez.

THIS! THIS MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT HERE!

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secretandroid:

kawaiiasaurus666:

fromthemarinadistrict:

FUCK

PLEASE CREDIT THE ARTIST; THE MERTAILOR!! HE SPENDS A LOT OF TIME ON THESE TAILS AND THEY ARE HOW HE SUPPORTS HIMSELF AND HIS BOYFRIEND!! CREDIT ARTISTS! ALL OF THESE TAILS ARE HANDMADE BY HIM!!

His website is :https://www.themertailor.com/

His Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mertailor

oh wow ok. these are actually designed for swimming. holy shit

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Ten/Rose: 43,10 :)

fogsblue:

43. pool and 10. not wearing that - Ten/Rose

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“Uh uh, no way, Doctor,” Rose says, “There is no way I am going to wear that, in public!”

“But Rose, there’s not many people out there. No one would really see you!” the Doctor argues.

Glaring, she crosses her arms. “No, Doctor. I’d rather skinny dip.”

His face lights up, his eyes dip down to her chest and he opens his mouth. She clears her throat, interrupting his thoughts, and his eyes snap back up to hers.

Rose smirks, saying, “You know, maybe that’s what I should do. Skinny dip. In that gorgeous pool out there, with those very sexy lifeguards.”

“Rose, they’re green. That’s not sexy!” he says, stepping closer. “Green is known as the least attractive colour in this galaxy!”

“Oh really, Doctor?” Rose replies, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She can almost hear his jaw drop. It was really just luck that today, she’s wearing matching pale green bra and knickers.

He swallows loudly, stepping closer again. He admits, “I could be wrong. Green might be very, very attractive.”

“Only might be?” Rose asks, enjoying the way his eyes have barely left her breasts. Quickly undoing the button, she waits until the Doctor notices where her hands rest. The moment his eyes drop lower, she pushes her shorts off. For a moment, there’s almost silence in the console room. The only noise aside from the ever present hum, is the sound of the Doctor’s breathing.

Finally dragging his eyes back up her body, taking the scenic route over her curves and bare skin, the Doctor finally meets her stare. Rose lets out a small gasp. His eyes are the darkest she’s seen them and he’s moving closer.

Resting his hands on her hips, the Doctor leans down, almost growling in her ear, “You’re right, Rose. Green is a very sexy colour.” She pulls back enough, about to declare victory when he spins her abruptly and sits her on the edge of the console, saying, “And you’re also correct. There is no way you are going to wear that outside.”

Before she has a chance to argue, her lips are covered and Rose quickly decides the Doctor can have his way. At least today.

mrv3000:

andrastesgrace:

SO GUESS WHO JUST HEARD SYLVESTER MCCOY CALL ROSE “PERFECTION”

THIS GAL

No seriously, there was another panel where somebody asked Peter and Sylvester which companion throughout the whole run they’d like to travel with. 

BOTH OF THEM SAID ROSE

And Sylvester, in talking about how Rose’s character was put together, said “Rose was just sort of perfection”.

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^this

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Do Not Disturb (Twelve/Rose)

fogsblue:

For lunarsilverwolfstar because she asked and because she’s put up with all my complaining and worrying and panicking about Chase the Dark. And then even agreed to beta it. So, this is for her! 

Twelve/Rose and just smut ;)

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Moving through some random hotel corridor on a planet he’s sure he knew the name of moments before, backs hit walls. First his, then hers. A cool hand slips under the hem of her dress and he’s being backed into the other wall. The feel of her skin under his fingers and he growls, before capturing her lips with his. The Doctor kisses Rose, as if it’s been a lifetime since he’s seen her. It’s been two. And almost as long for her.

Warm hands tug his shirt from trousers, fingers sliding under the edge of his belt. His hips buck and she chuckles. It fades into a moan as his lips find a sensitive spot, just above her collarbone. Grabbing the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign off the door beside him, the Doctor manages to move them across the hallway and hooks the sign on an empty handle, of a hopefully empty room. He doesn’t cares if it isn’t.

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9xrose fuming,battery dirty ;)
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allegoricalrose:

Pairing: Nine/Rose

Rating: Adult

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She became aware of two things simultaneously upon waking.

  • There was a hot and sticky body pressed up against her.
    • She was hot and sticky too.
    • They were both hot and sticky.
    • They were hot and sticky because they were pressed together, the feather duvet cocooning them both in its cocoon of heat.
  • Her phone was ringing.
    • It wasn’t a normal ringtone.
    • It was a witch’s cackle.
      • A witch’s cackle is not an ideal way to wake up.
    • The Doctor must have re-programmed it.

Doctor,” she whined and struggled against the tangled duvet and his even tighter arms, “let me, I can’t, argh!”

“Five more minutes,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. He pulled her closer and dozily smacked his lips in satisfaction. “Nice dream.”

Blowing sweaty strands of hair out of her face, she wiggled her legs. Two more facts came to light.

  • His lips were mere centimetres from her lips.
    • His tongue occasionally darted out to wet them.
    • His tongue, it was…distracting.
  • He wasn’t wearing any trousers.
    • His legs were surprisingly hairy.
    • They tickled her matching bare legs.
    • (Her legs were not hairy.)

The insistent buzzing was making her anxious (this is what voicemail was invented for) and she felt her heart racing in her chest.

  • She could also feel his hearts racing in her chest.
  • She could also feel his sonic screwdriver poking into her stomach.
    • His sonic was on the bedside table.
    • His hearts weren’t racing from anxiety
    • Neither was hers.

She cleared her throat. He nuzzled into her neck.

“You’re delicious,” he mumbled. And then he licked her neck. And then he used his lips to add suction.

“You’re dreaming,” she realised. Or she was. This wasn’t… This wasn’t a thing they…did.

“Your phone is ringing. I’m not dreaming.”

“Your, um, morning salute is insistently jabbing me.”

“That’s the idea,” he agreed and moved his lips further south.

  • She was hot and sticky for a new reason
  • His lips were sinful.

Her phone’s clattering ceased for a glorious moment. It started again. He grabbed it and pressed the green button.

  • Rose could hear her mum’s furious voice over the tiny speakers something about missing bananas and not answering phone calls and length of—oh, yes, his lips there felt good—time passing and possibly a particularly bitter diatribe about shepherds in the fields abiding no pie definitely pie and

The Doctor pointed his sonic at the garble

“Oops! Out of battery,” he rasped into her skin at the seam between her vest top and breast. “Shame.”

  • His lips they were they moved and they his lips they gjgghgghjhh
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boneycircus:


Nicholas Lord, a Navy sailor since 2008 currently on active duty, is under investigation after threatening to rape a young woman who is a Navy recruit.
The young woman posted a photo of herself on Facebook, captioning it to say she’s proud of how she’s working hard to get in shape for the Navy, and she’s excited to be leaving soon. The photo was shared on the page for her Delayed Entry Program for her fellow Navy recruits.
Nicholas Lord, who is not a current recruit and who has been serving in the Navy since 2008, then commented:
You’ll end up pregnant real soon you fucking wh***. If I could and I knew you, I’d hold you down and rape you.
The next day, Lord gloated about his threat on his Facebook page, updating his status to say he’d been “trolling feminist pages.” In case it needs to be said, the Facebook page for a Navy program is not a “feminist page.” It’s a Navy recruiting page. (x) (x)
I don’t know what the Navy’s punishment system is like, but I hope he gets the worst possible. I hope they investigate his past history in the military, too. If he’s bold enough to outright threaten female recruits, under his own name, on public, Navy-run social media, I seriously doubt he hasn’t harassed and threatened female sailors. He may even have raped them.
Especially given the military’s problem with letting men get away with harassment and rape, they need to severely punish him.

Send it viral, and he will see ramifications.

If you only reblog one thing today I hope it’s this.

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boneycircus:

Nicholas Lord, a Navy sailor since 2008 currently on active duty, is under investigation after threatening to rape a young woman who is a Navy recruit.

The young woman posted a photo of herself on Facebook, captioning it to say she’s proud of how she’s working hard to get in shape for the Navy, and she’s excited to be leaving soon. The photo was shared on the page for her Delayed Entry Program for her fellow Navy recruits.

Nicholas Lord, who is not a current recruit and who has been serving in the Navy since 2008, then commented:

You’ll end up pregnant real soon you fucking wh***. If I could and I knew you, I’d hold you down and rape you.

The next day, Lord gloated about his threat on his Facebook page, updating his status to say he’d been “trolling feminist pages.” In case it needs to be said, the Facebook page for a Navy program is not a “feminist page.” It’s a Navy recruiting page. (x) (x)

I don’t know what the Navy’s punishment system is like, but I hope he gets the worst possible. I hope they investigate his past history in the military, too. If he’s bold enough to outright threaten female recruits, under his own name, on public, Navy-run social media, I seriously doubt he hasn’t harassed and threatened female sailors. He may even have raped them.

Especially given the military’s problem with letting men get away with harassment and rape, they need to severely punish him.

Send it viral, and he will see ramifications.

If you only reblog one thing today I hope it’s this.

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thesouschef:

In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.

thesouschef:

In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.

I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.