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I’m watching Adult Life Skills (love this film) and I’m just trying to get my head around the fact that basically all of Jodie’s characters should probably go to therapy 😭😅
#jodie whittaker#Doctor who#thirteeth doctor#adult life skills#anna#broadchurch#Beth Latimer#Venus#Jessie#trust me#cath hardacre#there are definitely more#I’m a little concerned
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#Trust Me#Cath Hardacre#Jodie Whittaker#TrustMeEdit#My Edits#what's the point of this#it was for me to train selective colour tbh#...i should've used it more before#i regret it not using it now
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All I can think to ask is: Jodie Whittaker, am I right?
you absolutely are correct.
#jodie whittaker#doctor who#thasmin#thirteenth doctor#dr who#yasmin khan#mandip gill#thirteen x yasmin#yasmin x thirteen#broadchurch#beth latimer#trust me#cath hardacre#whittagaypost
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Jodie Whittaker as Cath Hardacre in Trust Me (1/4)
#Jodie Whittaker#trust me#cath hardacre#trustmeedit#my gifs#mine#i'm finally getting around to watching/giffing this#and jodie is just so good in it#i'll be doing one of these for each ep#and probably also a hands/arms set for each ep#bc i'm weak#and they focus a lot on her hands okay#not doctor who#more dw gifs soon though i promise
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#jodie whittaker#trust me#cath hardacre#ally sutton#me when people talk shit about jodie#or 13#just wanted to gif that haha#my edit
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You ever sit there and think about just how good Jodie Whittaker is?
In every role that I've seen her in, it is a different person. Not only are her roles very varied, but she seems to physically become the character. She looks completely different, and I don't mean "she dyed/cut her hair". I mean her face changes, the way she carries herself changes. It's not "Jodie Whittaker playing The Doctor/ Beth Latimer / Cath Hardacre", it's "that's the Doctor/ Beth Latimer / Cath Hardacre" and I have a lot of emotions.
If you would like to add why you think JW is amazing please feel free.
#jodie whittaker#jodieeeeeeeeee whittakerrrrrrrr#the doctor#doctor who#broadchurch#beth latimer#trust me#cath hardacre#we are blessed#how does she dp it#i can't list all her characters we'll be here for days
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Cath Hardacre x reader, their time time having sex with each other. Nervous but sweet and passionate
Here you go Anon. Sorry it took so long.
You and Cath had been out to dinner at one of your favourite restaurants. You’d driven her home, walking her up to her door, been invited for coffee. You’d sat on the sofa, watching her make the coffee in the kitchen. She’d placed both mugs on the table then kissed you with such need you were surprised you didn’t combust on the spot.
You’d pulled her on top of you, wanting to feel her weight in your lap. Her hands were buried in your hair while yours were working their way up the back of her shirt, wanting to feel every inch of skin possible. She was burning you up from the inside.
You slid your hands down, cupping her ass, pulling her closer to you. She trialed her lips down your neck, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin under your jaw. You tipped your head back, letting her have access to your body. Your fingers were digging into her ass, kneading the flesh in your hands.
She slid her hands down, one of her hands kneading your breast. You moaned into her mouth, unable to believe this woman was really yours.
You’d been dating her for a few months now, meeting when you’d come in with a dislocated shoulder. You’d wanted to take things slowly, having just come out of a bad break up and with her daughter she hadn’t been ready to jump feet first into anything. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted her like you were a horny teenager.
Her thumb brushed over your nipple, your back arching into her touch. She kissed you again, tugging on your lower lip. You gasped, letting her consume you. You ran your hands back up her spine, pulling her shirt with your hands. You pulled it over her head, flinging it to the side.
She lent back, looking down at you. You traced your finger up her stomach, watching as the muscles clenched under your touch. You gently cupped her breast, your thumb passing over her nipple. She bit down her lip, watching as the awe passed over your face.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” you breathed, raising your eyes to meet hers.
She kissed you again, this time slower, sweeter, full of emotion. You curled your arms around her, ready to fall into her.
She ran her hands up your legs, pulling your dress up with her. You shifted down your body, pressing kisses to exposed skin as she went. You reached behind your back, unzipping your dress. You lifted your hips and pulled it over your head.
She looked at you, her eyes roving over your body. You felt the urge to cover yourself, your arms itching to curl around your body. You linked her hands with yours, pinning them above your head as if reading your thoughts. You blinked up at her, watching her smile.
She kissed you again, her fingers drawing meaningless patterns on your newly exposed skin. You could feel electricity running over your skin, running straight to your core. You needed her, now.
She kissed down your chest, taking your nipple into her mouth through the material of your bra. You arched into her mouth, your fingers tightening around hers.
She let you go, trailing her kisses down your body until they hit the waistband of your knickers. You tangled your hands in her hair, watching as she ran her teeth over the skin of your abdomen. You reached down, tugging on the waistband of her jeans. She got up, pulling them from her legs. She reached behind her back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall from the floor.
You gulped, looking at the naked flesh. You wanted to kiss every inch of it. You pulled your own bra from your body, throwing it over the back of the couch. She swooped down on you, kissing you again. You let your fingers trail over her spine, causing shivers to run through her body.
She ripped your knickers from your body, her finger running through your folds. Your hips jerked up into her touch, needing more than the featherlight touch she was teasing you with. She chuckled, sucking on your pulse point as she swirled her finger over your clit. You gasped, feeling too much.
She pressed her thumb down on your bundle of nerves, her finger sliding within you. Your hips bucked up into her touch. She slid another finger into you, curling them within you. You flung your head back, burying your face in a pillow. You couldn’t stop the whimper as she ground against your sensitive nub.
Your fingers clutched her shoulders as you moved against her. She was running her lips over your exposed skin, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. You whined, no longer feeling into control of your own body.
You came with a gasp, your internal walls clenching around her fingers. She smiled against your chest, riding you through your orgasm. Your body turned to jelly as she removed her fingers from you.
You pulled her into a kiss, running your fingers through her hair. She was smiling. She pulled you up from the sofa with her clean hand, licking your juices from the other one. You watched her, feeling the heat grow in your stomach again.
“Come on,” she said, “Molly is with the sitter until tomorrow morning.”
You followed her through the apartment, ready for a sleepless night.
#Cath Hardacre#cath hardacre imagine#cath hardacre x reader#ally sutton#ally sutton imagine#trust me#trust me imagine
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I LOVE Jodie in Doctor Who, but I’m still sad Trust Me only got 4 episodes. So much Jodie in every episode and such an interesting plot!
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#trust me#ally sutton#cath hardacre#trustmeedit#jodie whittaker#gif#I LOVED THIS SHOW SO MUCH#i really hope there's a s2#i
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this fucking show
#trust me#trust me bbc#jodie whittaker#Cath hardacre#thirteenth doctor#13th doctor#chris chibnall#doctor who#dw spoilers#dw s11#doctor who season 11#dw series 11
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icons of Jodie Whittaker in Trust Me
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#jodie whittaker#trust me#jodie whittaker icons#13th doctor#thirteenth doctor#doctor who#cath hardacre#ally sutton#the doctor#icons#bbc#13 doctor#mine#holistic-hitchhiker
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clara oswald & cath hardacre(maybe 13th doctor)
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You have The Jodie url and think she can't act? I don't get it or am I misunderstanding something?
you are misunderstanding !!
i think she is a brilliant actress. my favourite work of hers so far (other than thirteen ofc) is probably as cath hardacre in ‘trust me’. i’m just really keen for the writers and directors for s12 + 13 etc., to give her more room to showcase what she can do in terms of naturalism + working with subtext as the doc. i don’t think she’s a bad actress, i’m just making a comment on how i want to see more of a specific style of showrunning.
when it was announced that chibbs had been signed on for thirteen’s run i was hyped because i immediately thought back to ‘42′ which is (perhaps in an unpopular opinion?) one of my favourite RTD era episodes ever for the relationship dynamics it had between martha and ten. the dialogue was so human and grounded and held so much weight to it in terms of the interpersonal stakes at play, with martha taking risks to be with the doc and hiding secrets from her mum, the doctor continuously underestimating martha’s capabilities due to still being in the midst of grieving rose (martha’s phonecall is wonderful, the doctor and martha looking at each other through the glass as she’s trapped in the escape pod is another excellent scene that immediately comes to mind).
bc of that paired with chibbs’ work on broadchurch i suppose i wasn’t expecting thirteen and her companions dialogue to be scripted and directed in a manner that was so stylistically ‘pushed’. unsurprisingly i’m someone who loved nine and ten but wasn’t a huge fan of the eleven so it definitely comes down to personal taste. i know a lot of people are super into matt smith’s big ol’ speech thing + ‘bowties are cool’ + ‘spoilers’ etc., and that’s a valid preference to have. i think at least to some degree i’m biased because i watched nuwho before eleven had been announced.
#asks#anon#doctor who#this post may or may not get me kicked out of dw fandom#why do i feel that way any time i post anything#hhh
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Trust me cath x reader they are both fighting because reader knows about her and cath hates it tells reader to shut up but they ended up making out.
Sorry this took so long Anon. I hope you like it.
“You’re not listening to me.”
The blonde woman ignored you, slamming two mugs down on the counter, the kettle beginning to whistle. She was breathing hard, the back of her neck flushed and her hands shaking. You’d never seen her that angry, never seen her even begin to lose control. She was usually very good at keeping everything inside.
“You’re not listening to me,” you said again, this time quieter, softer, less accusatory.
“I am,” she snapped, “but what you’re saying doesn’t matter.”
You shut your mouth with a snap, any retort dying on your tongue. She usually wasn’t so abrasive, so rude about your feelings. You knew this was hard for her, and you couldn’t begin to imagine the stress she was under but you deserved more respect than she was so showing.
“I think you should leave,” she said.
“You can’t keep shutting me out like this,” you snapped, “because one day I’m not going to come back.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” she said.
The silence hung between the two of you, heavy and stifling. You thought you might explode from the pressure it was exerting on you, that your lungs might burst. You weren’t sure there was any air left in the room.
“You don’t mean that.” Your voice was small and broken but looking at her, told you she did.
“I love you,” you said, “I don’t care if your name is Allie or Cath. I don’t care if you’re a nurse pretending to be a doctor. I don’t care about any of it. I know you, the real you, and your name and job mean nothing. You’re more than a name or a job. And I lo-“
“Shut up,” she shouted.
Your mouth was left hanging open, your declaration dying in the space between you. You looked at her, at the flushed skin and the vibrating anger. You watched as she took a step forward, the high whistle of the kettle the only noise.
“You don’t even know me,’ she said, stopping in front of you, “you don’t get to tell me you love me when you have no idea who I am or what I’ve done. I did what I had to for my daughter but you do not get to say you know anything about it.”
You grabbed her, kissing her hard. You just wanted to shut her up, to show her how much you loved her. Her hands landed on your shoulders, her fingers digging in painfully. You thought she might push you away but she only drew you closer.
Your teeth and tongues clashed, a fight for dominance raging. She pushed you until your back hit the wall. You moaned into her mouth, threading your fingers through her hair, pushing your body against hers. You couldn’t get enough of her.
She was all anger and fire and you were refusing to back down from her rage. She wasn’t going to break you. These kisses, they were a continuation of your fight, each one building and building. You didn’t want her to win, because if she did, you might lose her forever.
She began to yield beneath your touch, the kisses turning softer, less teeth, more care. You could feel her anger flow out of her, a giving up of the argument. You kissed her with every ounce of love you had for her, argument be damned.
She drew away, her eyes still closed, lips swollen. You pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. Her eyes fluttered open and you gave her a smile.
“We’ll work this out,” you whispered.
She nodded and kissed you again.
#Cath Hardacre#cath hardacre imagine#cath hardacre x reader#Trust Me#trust me imagine#jodie whittaker#jodie whittaker imagine
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