Et je l'ai trouvée amère - et je l'ai injuriée."


Three turns should do it. Probably.
please tell me you're going to do some more Doctor Naomily soon, I love it?
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Haha, yes I will. Well I have a few drawings waiting to be finished so yeah, some time in the near future those should be done. Maybe next week? I have some free time tomorrow so why not. I can’t promise anything certain (fuck school) and i do have other non-doctor-naomily-drawings to be done, but I can promise you that I have a few planned so, yes, soon. :D

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for-abit:

-Lily, Kat & Meg - getcloser interview- x

#then docotr naomily and the article about lily as companion #foreshadowing lily is foreshadowing #also notice the admirative gaze of Kat #I’m just sayin..

don’t worry about my mental health or anything

…so that actually happened? And I missed it? Well I watched the interview but my brain dared make me forget? did it?

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A video from David Tennant, Catherine Tate and John Barrowman to thank Russell T. Davies and Julie Gardner for their excellent work on the series.
 

This was made for the wrap party at the end of David Tennant’s tenure as the Doctor when both Russell and Julie were also moving on to other projects.

Made in the style of Victoria Wood’s “Let’s Do It” sketches and songs.

 ”I can’t do it, I can’ t do it. I got obsessed with e4 Skins”

DID I

JUST

HEAR THAT

DID I

(I meant to reblog this as purely Doctor Who flailing, I swear. I was not expecting this.)

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ohmightysmiter:


The Ghosts of Lovers Past Part 2: River Song
“Hello, sweetie.” 

“Hello, sweetie.”
Emily tried to keep the glare off her face as this strange, unknown woman who had saved their butts and made the Doctor blush while doing so walked over and wrapped her hand around the Doctor’s forearm. Technically Emily didn’t have the right to glare. It’s not like the Doctor was her property or something.
However, try as she might she still couldn’t stop herself from crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes just the tiniest bit.
“R-River,” the Doctor stuttered a little over the name. “Out and about again?”
“Thought I’d get a few things done,” the woman called River shrugged and cast her eyes over to Emily. “You’ve met her already I see.”
The Doctor looked at Emily as well and Emily squirmed a little under the sudden scrutiny. “What do you know about Emily?” she asked, her face scrunched up in suspicion.
“Yeah,” Emily said shortly. “What do you know about me?”
River brought her finger up to her lips and made a shush noise, before she tapped her nose and winked at Emily. She placed a light kiss on the Doctor’s lips (Emily’s whole body tensed) and then she turned around and patted Cook on the shoulder. He’d been leering at her the entire time she’d been in the TARDIS. “Not today, big boy,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll run into you all again, though.”
Emily glared at her until she stepped out of the TARDIS and into the sun, closing the door shut behind her. She relaxed, only to tense again when River poked her head back inside. “And you’re still leaving the brakes on!” she admonished, before retreating again.
“That was quite a non-answer,” Emily grumbled.
“That was River,” the Doctor said affectionately. She blushed again when Emily glared at her and rubbed at the back of her head. “Anyway,” she said boisterously, “who’s up for an adventure?”

ohmightysmiter:

The Ghosts of Lovers Past Part 2: River Song

“Hello, sweetie.” 

“Hello, sweetie.”

Emily tried to keep the glare off her face as this strange, unknown woman who had saved their butts and made the Doctor blush while doing so walked over and wrapped her hand around the Doctor’s forearm. Technically Emily didn’t have the right to glare. It’s not like the Doctor was her property or something.

However, try as she might she still couldn’t stop herself from crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes just the tiniest bit.

“R-River,” the Doctor stuttered a little over the name. “Out and about again?”

“Thought I’d get a few things done,” the woman called River shrugged and cast her eyes over to Emily. “You’ve met her already I see.”

The Doctor looked at Emily as well and Emily squirmed a little under the sudden scrutiny. “What do you know about Emily?” she asked, her face scrunched up in suspicion.

“Yeah,” Emily said shortly. “What do you know about me?”

River brought her finger up to her lips and made a shush noise, before she tapped her nose and winked at Emily. She placed a light kiss on the Doctor’s lips (Emily’s whole body tensed) and then she turned around and patted Cook on the shoulder. He’d been leering at her the entire time she’d been in the TARDIS. “Not today, big boy,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll run into you all again, though.”

Emily glared at her until she stepped out of the TARDIS and into the sun, closing the door shut behind her. She relaxed, only to tense again when River poked her head back inside. “And you’re still leaving the brakes on!” she admonished, before retreating again.

“That was quite a non-answer,” Emily grumbled.

“That was River,” the Doctor said affectionately. She blushed again when Emily glared at her and rubbed at the back of her head. “Anyway,” she said boisterously, “who’s up for an adventure?”

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ohmightysmiter:

crazyconversations:


The Twelfth Doctor and Emily Fitch
When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach so She ran away in her sleep  And dreamed of  Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise Every time she closed her eyes 

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She should be scared.
Everything she’d ever known about science and physics and the necessities of life, every Hollywood movie she’d ever watched, told her that she should be scared.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel fear.
Entire galaxies flew before her eyes, so close she felt like if she simply reached out she could pluck a star and cradle it in her hands. She chose some specifically for herself, these stars that no one else could see without the use of a telescope. Some of them she named; others she just allowed to burn away.
The Doctor’s hand was warm against her back, keeping her firmly in place as she stretched her arms out and tried to get as far out into space as possible. It was a protective hand, fingers hooked into the belt loop at the back of her jeans to make sure she stayed in place.
She looked quickly over her shoulder when she felt the Doctor tug a little. She was reluctant to tear her gaze away from the spectacular sight unfolding in front of her.
Blue eyes twinkled back at her, brighter than any star they’d passed. She felt a surge of affection so deep that she had to blink back tears as she turned back to get a last glimpse of the heavens swirling all around her.
She should be scared.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel fear.

ohmightysmiter:

crazyconversations:

The Twelfth Doctor and Emily Fitch

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes 

background: source

She should be scared.

Everything she’d ever known about science and physics and the necessities of life, every Hollywood movie she’d ever watched, told her that she should be scared.

But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel fear.

Entire galaxies flew before her eyes, so close she felt like if she simply reached out she could pluck a star and cradle it in her hands. She chose some specifically for herself, these stars that no one else could see without the use of a telescope. Some of them she named; others she just allowed to burn away.

The Doctor’s hand was warm against her back, keeping her firmly in place as she stretched her arms out and tried to get as far out into space as possible. It was a protective hand, fingers hooked into the belt loop at the back of her jeans to make sure she stayed in place.

She looked quickly over her shoulder when she felt the Doctor tug a little. She was reluctant to tear her gaze away from the spectacular sight unfolding in front of her.

Blue eyes twinkled back at her, brighter than any star they’d passed. She felt a surge of affection so deep that she had to blink back tears as she turned back to get a last glimpse of the heavens swirling all around her.

She should be scared.

But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel fear.