tc.

quakerhobbit:

huntart:

Suddenly the words are missing along with his breath. Her hands grip his suit at the mere thought of meeting his lips. 

FUCKING OTP MAN

chocolatequeennk, how’s this?

(Set during Journey’s End; what could have happened between the camera leaving TARDIS while the Doctor and Rose are still hugging and when it returns as the Daleks seize it.)

Hereherehereherherehereherehere she’s here I’m here we’re here herehereherehereherehereherehere is what runs through his head as they embrace.

Hereherehereherherehereherehere he’s here I’m here we’re here still the same still my Doctor shouldn’t matter but it does herehereherehereherehereherehere is what runs through hers.

As the moments pass and the two show no signs of relinquishing their hold on one another, it occurs to Jack and Donna that they might want some privacy, just for a few minutes, before they all get back to the business of saving the universe, so they slip off to one of the nearby kitchens.

"Doctor, I’m sorry," Rose murmurs, pulling back just a little.

"For what?" he asks, turning them slightly so he leans against the console, one hand sliding down to encircle her waist, the other coming up to stroke her hair. "Rose Tyler, you brilliant woman, what could you possibly have to apologize for right now?"

She leans into his touch, everything else falling away, everything else insignificant. One of her hands slides down to grip his jacket, because she can’t quite bring herself to believe that this is real, that she did it, she’s here in the TARDIS with him.

"It’s just … I missed you so much, and then I thought you were going to change just when I’d found you again, and I—" she stares desperately into his eyes, wanting him to understand, understand that she’d still love him if he changed, but that doesn’t mean the change doesn’t matter, and this, the Doctor in her arms, is the one that haunted her dreams.

"Oh Rose," he says, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s all right. Really. I didn’t want … I mean …" he can’t find the words, can’t make them come out. He’s really only had the words for this sort of thing in one of his bodies, and it’s not this one; maybe if he had changed he’d have the words, but then again they might not be holding each other like this, and they got by without the words before.

His hand slides down to cup the back of her neck and her eyes fall closed. He drinks in her expression of sadness and longing and feels it mirrored on his own face.

He closes his eyes and leans in—

"OK lovebirds, you think maybe saving the universe should be higher on the list than a snog?" Jack says loudly, re-entering the console room, Donna on his heels.

"That’s rich, coming from you,” Rose shoots back, torn between frustration and fondness.

"No, no, he’s right," the Doctor says, sliding out of the embrace. Rose and Donna exchange an exasperated look: these two, honestly.

And the four of them circle the console to determine their next move.

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  • +200 Tenth Doctor 100x100 icons under the cut made by me
  • of HOPEFULLY* every hug and kiss through s2-s4 + a very very few other instances I happened to find in my folders where David Tennant was hugging/smooching.
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  • 115 Tenth Doctor 100x100 icons under the cut made by me.
  • From the Doctor Who fancomic "Search For The Truth" by Lydia Butz.
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Baby's with me now
Since I showed her how
To lay her little hand in mine
Who could ill agree?
She's a sight to see
Treasure for the poor to find
If I needed you, would you come to me?
Would you come to me for to ease my pain?
If you needed me, I would come to you?

I would swim the sea for to ease your pain

Happy birthday, Bee

ofalldimensions:

There’s something about the act of intentionally going in and removing artists comments from a reblog, even just a line or two of text, that never fails to make me uncomfortable. These would totally be the people in real life that compliment your work and then offer you 2 bucks for it or ask for free drawings in exchange for “exposure and because hey they actually like it”. Nothing quite like implying someone likes your drawing, but they don’t value it as work or what you have to say about it (even if what you’re saying is trivial).

And in a very tumblr specific way, imo like removing comments feeds that gross repost no-need-for-credit culture blogs that exist? By disassociating the artist you can sort of inadvertently reaffirm that they don’t matter because “you should be happy they like your work at all” sentiment, etc.

I really don’t need that kind of condescending approval.

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