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lady-phasma · 1 year
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full interview on YouTube here
Mid-interview Matt noticed a child in the audience and felt terrible for having said a few curse words and I'm still not over it!
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social-mockingbird · 1 year
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dangerous habits (pt. 2)
(eleventh doctor x reader)
it’s me again, your favorite procrastinating fanfiction author, (finally) doing a follow-up to dangerous habits! i am a sucker for pet names as stated previously, but i am also a sucker for using them on other people. if you are my friend and okay with it you’re getting sweet-talked out the wazoo. this is dangerous if you have male friends. we don’t talk about the times i called my crush ‘honey’.
you can read the first part here! it’s not required, but it does provide a little more context?  
author’s rec while you read: the flower garden by joe hisaishi
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He likes to catch you off guard with them. 
Thanks to your habit of losing yourself in thought (you were in space all the time! There wasn’t a weekend you weren’t visiting a new planet! You had a lot to think about!), it was pretty easy for him to appear behind you, warm hands sliding a familiar path around your waist, chest pressing into your back. 
“Hello, dear.” 
“Darling, you’ve disappeared again.” 
“Love, what are you thinking about this time?” 
You were starting to get used to being startled, and that was a strange paradox all its own. It was the worst on his happy days, because the gentle hugs were usually accompanied by the softest kiss to the back of your neck, or your jaw, or, if he felt especially cheeky, your mouth, after he’d spun you around and made you gasp. And, as he liked to say into your skin, he’d never been happier.
So now it was time to turn the tables on him. 
The benefit to having an especially flirty sort of lover is that you were picking up quite a lot of ideas for romantic teasing. Despite the fact that he knew exactly how to push your buttons, you were learning what exactly made him click–and you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your new knowledge. (You’d tried flirting to yourself in the mirror, once, to make sure you knew what you were doing, and made yourself laugh so hard that the Doctor had come running to make sure you weren’t choking.) 
“You sure Hayao Miyazaki isn’t from here?” you ask, knee deep in endless flowers. This planet was nothing but fields and always a gentle springtime. There was a pocket storm rumbling gently in the distance. The sun was a little cooler than Earth’s, so you had the Doctor’s coat draped around your shoulders like a cape, despite the bright weather. 
“Took him here once,” the Doctor says carelessly, a flower stuck behind his ear. “I think he made a film about it later.” 
“Remind me: we’re having a movie night later,” you say, knowing he’d forget. You wade to him, stepping delicately around a rock buried in the flowers to move into his space. You grasp one of his suspenders, pulling him down a bit to your level, trying not to smile at the way his eyes widen, at the way he sputters a bit when you touch him. You smooth his hair down and slide the goggles he’d forgotten to take off out of his hair. Then, you place the flower crown you’d twisted on top of his head, giving it a pat so it would stay. He’d been so wrapped up in watching the oncoming storm that you’d had plenty of time to weave the crown behind his back. It hangs a little down over one of his ears, and he twitches his nose at the smell of the flowers, blinking, adjusting to its weight. The bright yellow of the blossoms brings out the green in his eyes. 
“You’re really handsome, sweetheart,” you say, dropping your voice an octave, and lean up to kiss his temple, right underneath the crown. “Thanks for taking me here today. I love getting to spend time with you.”  
You can see his hands fluttering at his sides out of the corner of your eye. For someone so attractively smooth, he was remarkably awkward. 
“Close your eyes, love,” you say, and when he does, you grab his face and tilt it down, pressing your lips to his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids. The storm behind you makes the breeze kick up. The Doctor shivers a little and leans into your warmth. His hands come to rest on your hips. You can feel the tremble in his fingers. 
Oh, now you knew why he did it to you. This was fun. 
His eyes flutter open, a kaleidoscope of greens and blues and grays, a little unfocused as you adjust his bow tie and straighten the collar of his shirt. 
“What are you doing?” he says, almost to himself. 
“Flustering you,” you tell him, barely speaking above a whisper, and it makes his fingers tighten on your hips. “Come here, love.”  
You can smell the rain in the air when you grab his lapels and kiss him. It mingles with the scent of the flowers. 
“This is unfair,” the Doctor groans, chasing your mouth when you pull away. You run your fingers up into his hair and the words die in his throat. 
“I’m just returning a favor, Sexy,” you say, pulling him close as the rain comes down. You hold him like you’re leading a dance, wrapping him up in your arms as thunder rolls above your heads. The flower crown drips petals onto your shoulders. Both of you look like wet cats when you finally stumble back into the TARDIS, shivering, giggling, hands full of drooping flowers and each other. 
When the Doctor sneaks up behind you and grabs your waist while you’re toweling off your hair, making you scream and laugh, the TARDIS lights glitter with amusement. 
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look at this small precious bean man like what I wouldn’t give to fluster this fool--
(also, tagging @greycircles1​ because you asked me months ago if I would do a follow-up and I wanted to but couldn’t think of anything so I didn’t answer your DM and sorry about that! I hope you enjoy this :))
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lokisprettygirl · 7 months
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Matt's first day on DWho set
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aramblingjay · 1 year
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DOCTOR WHO | 5x06: The Vampires of Venice A MATT SCENE FROM EVERY EPISODE (6/44)
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divinemissem13 · 6 months
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I’m on my 36285th rewatch of Doctor Who and I’ve only just realized…
Eleven hugs Amy. Like, a lot. (I knew that part, stay with me)
Once he finds out that River is *15 year old spoiler alert* Amy and Rory’s daughter, effectively making them his in-laws, he starts asking Rory’s permission to hug Amy.
Because no one wants a pissed off centurion for a father in-law, not even The Doctor.
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bluecoffeebeanz · 1 year
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lockwood & co. is just a doctor who highschool fencing au
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ashleyeveerson · 1 year
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hiiiii dr who fandom *crawls from under a nest of blankets after binge-watching season 5*, how's it going?
so yes, I've recently discovered this show (i am a bit late to the party) and have a LOT of thoughts about a LOT of characters
would really appreciate some mutuals who are equally as deranged about this show as i am
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deeneedsaname · 6 months
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cutest man to ever exist actually
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eves-da-best · 1 year
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This photo is awesome for so many reasons, not the least of which is EVE’S SHOULDERS HOLY MUSCLE. It’s just all of it - Eve (her expression, her stature, her look, EVERYTHING), Steve and Matt’s seriousness, Olivia and Emma’s shared vibe and smiles, Paddy and Eve and Rhys’ chaos, and Fabien and Milly’s expression and eyeline directly at Eve, fangirling just as hard as us 😂😂😂 I hadn’t seen this particular shot before and I couldn’t not share it 😂💖
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zhong-leigh · 1 year
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Matt Smith is the most adorable Doctor don't @ me
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figureofdismay · 5 months
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i saw this Small Potatoes gifset yesterday and now I can't find it again but in one, as they were walking up the front porch steps and Scully was folding their umbrella, Mulder had his hand protectively on her back And her hip, for just a little extra momentary bit of oh god that's painfully sweet and solicitous 🥹 (too bad they get dropped in awkward by eddie van blunht's ~antics later 🙃)
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lady-phasma · 1 year
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The House that Dragons Built
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social-mockingbird · 2 years
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dangerous habits
(eleventh doctor x reader)
time for more unabashed crushing on Matt Smith’s Doctor! i’m sort of a sucker for pet names (in the right context, of course) and Eleven’s offhand habit of calling things sweet names usually has me blushing a bit, so of course i had to write about it, because that’s how fanfiction works, and i really, really like him, sometimes against my better judgement. hopeless romantic, me. 
author’s rec while you read: i had bad habits by ed sheeran running through my head the entire time i was coming up with a title, go figure. if that’s not your bowl of rice then anything that makes you happy will bop just fine. :) 
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It’s official.
That habit of his was going to kill you.
“Oi, do you have the wrench?”
Quickly adjusting your leg so it stops needling and tingling, you place the tool in the hand waggling at you from under the TARDIS console. The Doctor pokes his head out briefly to give you a teasing smile.
“Thanks, dear.”
Your shoulders tense almost involuntarily. There it was.
He disappears under the console before you can smack him, leaving you hot and bothered. His little endearments have always rubbed you the right way, but more so than usual lately. The tone in his voice when he calls the TARDIS Sexy is enough cause to bang your head against something, never mind when he does it to you.
(It was apparently a long story, the TARDIS’ nickname. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to know.)
“You’re awfully quiet today, love. Something wrong?”
You can’t look at him as he emerges, putting his ridiculous goggles atop his head and wiping the grease from his face and hands.
“Hey? Hello? Anyone in there?” He raps his knuckles against your forehead, grinning. “Oi. It’s just me. Did I do something?”
“No,” you manage finally, flashing him a quick smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“No, when you’re thinking, you do this.” He scrunches his face into a remarkable imitation of you, even resting his chin on the heel of his hand and spacing out so well you almost wave a hand in front of his face. Then he’s got your attention, so quickly you can’t look away.
“When you’re bothered,” he says, “you make that face.” He pokes your cheek. “Tell me. I can help.”
“Sorry, Doc. You can’t help with this one.”
He looks offended. “Oi! I can help with just about anything, if you’ll remember?”
“You and your pride,” you tease, lightening up at his childish behaviour. “I’m serious, though. This isn’t really something you can fix.”
“And why’s that, love?”
His sudden closeness, combined with the endearment, startles you. A hot blush surges up your cheeks. His motley eyes search your face. They widen.
Oh, he knows.
Oh, no.
He knows.
A smirk starts to tweak the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, dear,” he almost purrs, and how on earth is such an awkward man being this attractive; creative curses run through your mind because there’s almost no space between you now, and the glow of the console is casting sharp shadows on his cheekbones, and his eyes are galaxies...
“I understand now,” he murmurs, lips so close to the shell of your ear that you shudder. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I...sexy?”
You reach out to push him away, you really do. But when your hands land on his chest, and his hand slides onto your knee, and you meet his eyes again, well—you don’t even think the TARDIS blames you for kissing him.
Though you’re almost positive the staccato flare of the lowlights is her way of laughing at your visible shock when the Doctor grasps your waist and kisses you back with everything he has in him.
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look at this dumb man ugh I love him and his stupid goggles and pretty backlighting
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lokisprettygirl · 8 months
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Milo/Lucien 🤍 in Morbius
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b-rainlet · 1 year
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I like incest in fiction but I don't know why I can't get behind daemyra?? I don't think it's the grooming thing because I like greencest (especially if it involves all of them) so it confuses me.
Maybe because I'm anti team black??
Out of all the characters on the show Daemon is the one I just. Absolutely can't stand. So I'm not a Daemyra shipper either.
But in my case I guess it's mostly because I don't vibe with the Fandom interpretation of Daemon? Like, before I started the show I saw people blog about it (and blog about Daemyra) and the vibes I got from these posts where Daemyra being kinda star-crossed lovers or something - and Daemon being a big feminist when in reality, I believe that Daemon and Viserys are the biggest contenders for casual misogynist on the show (and that's in competition to actual rapist Aegon so...truly saying something).
I think I could get behind incredibly toxic Daemyra if Daemon and Rhaenyra both were allowed to be flawed and selfish and privileged people but since Rhaenyra isn't allowed to be criticized within the show (#girlboss anyone?) and Daemon is reduced to malewife within Fandom, they simply don't interest me enough.
Maybe I'll start cheering for them once Daemon leaves Rhaenyra for...Nettles? Is that what happens? If think they'll crash and burn spectacularly and that's gonna entice me but otherwise? I'll stick with other Rhaenyra ships (for example Rhaenyra/Aegon and Rhaenicent of course) and just. Pretend Daemon does not exist.
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mywatchhasnotended · 2 years
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Prince consorts,,,,,,,,
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