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bittyblueeyes:

Domesticity
by Reminii

bittyblueeyes:

Domesticity

by Reminii

police-box-tardis:

AU- Rose and Tentoo each hold one of the twins

redonledgers:

awesomemccoolname:

Rose examined this new new new Doctor. He looked exactly like the other Doctor, acted quite the same way too. A smirk appeared on her face as she realized the implications of two identical Doctors.
The blue-suited Doctor caught her smile and grinned. However, he seemed to have understood the meaning behind her smirk, because he turned away and looked up in embarrassment.

While he had never been adverse to the ephemeral and dizzying concept of Sex With Rose Tyler, the Doctor didn’t much appreciate the very human warmth pooling deep within his abdomen simply from that look in her honey eyes and the not-particularly-subtle curve of her cherry lips and the alluring scent of Rose (strawberry shampoo and ever-so human pheromones and buzzing Void Stuff he’d surely enjoy licking off her olive skin). 
The stuffy traditionalist in him reminded him that he was currently in the process of guiding a planet back to its position in time and space, and lusting after Rose Tyler could wait.
Besides, if he knew his other self (and he suspected he was something of an expert in the Doctor’s psychology, considering), he’d have a lifetime to explore; he’d be a cartographer, tracing the contours of her curving body with fingers and lips. He’d relearn the exact shape of that gorgeous freckle on her shoulder; she’d gasp and sigh like she always did, but there’d be delightful changes because this Rose Tyler was a woman, a matured smoky thing birthed on a Norwegian beach years before. 
And then his other half rolled his eyes, mentally whispering something about humans and their uncontrollable sexual urges.
The Doctor decided to go find Donna, because there was absolutely no way that she’d exacerbate what was bound to grow into a… sticky situation.
He hadn’t always been a dirty old lecher, had he?

redonledgers:

awesomemccoolname:

Rose examined this new new new Doctor. He looked exactly like the other Doctor, acted quite the same way too. A smirk appeared on her face as she realized the implications of two identical Doctors.

The blue-suited Doctor caught her smile and grinned. However, he seemed to have understood the meaning behind her smirk, because he turned away and looked up in embarrassment.

While he had never been adverse to the ephemeral and dizzying concept of Sex With Rose Tyler, the Doctor didn’t much appreciate the very human warmth pooling deep within his abdomen simply from that look in her honey eyes and the not-particularly-subtle curve of her cherry lips and the alluring scent of Rose (strawberry shampoo and ever-so human pheromones and buzzing Void Stuff he’d surely enjoy licking off her olive skin). 

The stuffy traditionalist in him reminded him that he was currently in the process of guiding a planet back to its position in time and space, and lusting after Rose Tyler could wait.

Besides, if he knew his other self (and he suspected he was something of an expert in the Doctor’s psychology, considering), he’d have a lifetime to explore; he’d be a cartographer, tracing the contours of her curving body with fingers and lips. He’d relearn the exact shape of that gorgeous freckle on her shoulder; she’d gasp and sigh like she always did, but there’d be delightful changes because this Rose Tyler was a woman, a matured smoky thing birthed on a Norwegian beach years before. 

And then his other half rolled his eyes, mentally whispering something about humans and their uncontrollable sexual urges.

The Doctor decided to go find Donna, because there was absolutely no way that she’d exacerbate what was bound to grow into a… sticky situation.

He hadn’t always been a dirty old lecher, had he?

veronicaspost:

jordynivy:

annaoverboard:

What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.

this deserve so many notes

This is so uplifting  

mymindpalaceisatardis:

wholockedandproud:

pocketpalace:

it looks like the tardis is opening on my dashboard

it’s bigger on the inside

THANK YOU FOR THIS

mymindpalaceisatardis:

wholockedandproud:

pocketpalace:

it looks like the tardis is opening on my dashboard

it’s bigger on the inside

THANK YOU FOR THIS

doctorwho:

Ideas above her station.

voidprinxe:

stop hating on girls who wanna kiss people in museums or aquariums or art galleries stop hating on girls who want things that might be cliche stop hating on girls who want boys to treat them like they’re magic i will protect all girls with my life and just because they care about things that you don’t doesn’t give you the right to belittle them ok i will fight u

atomicairspace:

copperbooms:

when did tumblr collectively decide not to use punctuation like when did this happen why is this a thing

it just looks so smooth I mean look at this sentence flow like a jungle river

badwolfrun:

make me choose meme: anonymous asked ten/rose or rory/amy?

badwolfrun:

make me choose memeanonymous asked ten/rose or rory/amy?

They’re all dead.

no-chickflick-moments:

moriartytookmytardis:

Death by tacos (x)

adrians:

adrians:

the best thing about having the house to myself is that I can make breakfast in my underwear

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flikkerlicht:

Super edgy pastel graphics telling you how not to be an asshole!