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dont-let-me-eat-pears · 9 months
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Amy's boys | The Vampires of Venice / The Big Bang
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you know you're doing something right when you, as the author, are shaking and crying and autistic hand-flapping when re-reading over the scene you just wrote
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nortism · 3 months
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the thrilling sequel
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khruschevshoe · 3 months
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You know I'm starting to realize that my basis for my favorite Doctor Who pairings is people who change/affect each other on a fundamental level, character arcs entwined with each other's in some rather impossible (and often in both hopeful and tragic ways) and that's why although I like TenRose well enough, I ADORE NineRose (and NineRoseJack, under the same parameters). I will ship some version of TenMartha forever. TwelveMissy is my beloved. Even ElevenAmyRory functions somewhat under that same umbrella.
The trick is just that the change has to go both ways, so ElevenRiver and Thasmin (though both have their merits) just never vibed for me PERSONALLY.* River and Yaz were both changed on a fundamental level by their Doctors, but their Doctors didn't always seem to be changed fundamentally in return. Like, clearly, canonically, Eleven and Thirteen both loved River and Yaz respectively, but their character arcs and growth and/or devolution at characters were not inextricably linked by other's influence on their life.
*This is an extremely subjective opinion. Not trying to start any flame wars. Just my take on things.
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captain-trainor · 23 days
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i love them with all my heart
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greatmotivation · 1 month
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Within you lies a reservoir of untapped potential, waiting to be unleashed. Embrace the challenges that come your way, for they are the stepping stones to your success. Believe in yourself, for you possess the strength and resilience to overcome any obstacle. With determination and perseverance, you can turn your dreams into reality. Let your passion drive you forward, and watch as you transform your aspirations into achievements.
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Her family history is a little ~complicated~
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jennalouisecolemans · 4 months
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#offended
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comicaloverachiever · 2 months
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Poor Amy. He always leaves you, doesn't he? Alone in the dark.
Doctor Who | The Eleventh Hour / A Good Man Goes to War
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ghoulie-67-baby · 3 months
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Tally- Doctor Who.
Summary: You’re running from the silence. You’ve been separated from the doctor and the Ponds and life seems to be slowly coming to an end. What if the madman doesn’t come to save you?
Warnings: Fear, pain, mentions of death, dehydration, exhaustion, pet names, mentions of hallucinations, crying.
Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x GN!reader. (Platonic or otherwise.)
Word count: 1,151.
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The rushing of blood echoed in my ears and my limbs ached with exhaustion. I had been running for god knows how long and I just seemed to get more lost. I allowed myself a break, falling to my knees in the fine, desert sand, chest heaving as I caught my breath. Dizzying pain ripped through my ribs from the stitch I had; I knew I couldn't stop for long. I didn't know what I was running from, but the fear that had acclimated forced me to run. Whatever it was, my body was in fight or flight and my senses told me it was something life-threatening.
An assortment of tally marks stained my skin, and though I knew I was the one who put them there, I couldn't remember why and that chilled me to the bone. The marker pen in my pocket seemed to dig into my flesh as my ears caught a gurgling sound behind me. My head turned slowly to face the noise as my hand grappled to pull the pen from my jeans as the creature came into view. My body felt as though it was sinking into the ground as I scrambled against the ground.
The wind seemed to pick up out of nowhere as it lumbered closer to me, kicking sand into the air around us. I groaned in pain as it blew into my eyes, blinking furiously.
My mind felt fuzzy as the sand finally cleared and I sat up, shaking my head to clear it before standing. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, but I didn't understand why. Fresh markings littered my skin and I stared at them, questions and fears rolling around in my head. My eyes watered as I scraped through my mind to work out what was happening but all I could work out was I was terrified and whatever I was terrified of was causing me to lose my memory.
I let out a few sobs as I fought off my panic before huffing out a long sigh. Now wasn't the time to break down, now was the time I needed to run and find someone who knew what was happening. I had to keep moving. I was in a desert with no food or water and was constantly moving. I wasn't stupid, I knew I had days to live in this condition and I didn't know how long I had been running for.
In the past hour, I had gained a total of 11 extra tallies despite the empty desert around me. My legs were barely holding me up, knees trembling with exertion but I forced myself to keep going. I longed for the wheezing of that beautiful blue box to fill the dry air, desperate to feel the cold metal of her interior on my scorched flesh. And that madman's voice to just tell me everything was okay, that he had fixed everything and I was safe but I had slowed to a stumble.
I didn't have the energy to run anymore and soon I would collapse, the sand would cover me and I would be forgotten to the world. There was no TARDIS on the horizon, no Doctor to save me and no Ponds to make me feel better.
Precious tears streamed down my face as my body gasped for breath, pain flaring through my body as my knees buckled beneath me. I didn't want to die, not like this and not in such a beautifully dangerous place but as hope drained from my body, I was slowly coming to terms with it.
"Y/N!" My head snapped up at the voice and my eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous blue monument ahead of me. "Don't give up, keep going," I scoffed at the hallucination of the Doctor, of course, it was him my dying brain would imagine. "You're nearly there now, Love." I clambered to my feet unsteadily, if I was going out then I might as well use every ounce of energy.
The sun glared into my eyes as I trudged along, feet slipping against mounds of sand. The TARDIS seemed to get closer and I had a horrible feeling that as soon as I reached her, I was going to die. She was like my light that people warned you not to walk into. So be it, I'd die happy if they were my afterlife.
"Nearly there, come on, you can do it." He coaxed me closer, holding open the door as I kicked up sand in my fight to reach him. I held my hand out towards the Timelord, his hallucination blurred by tears as I closed my eyes to welcome death.
But death never came. Instead, my hand was met with the calloused skin of another as fingers curled around my own. He was never a hallucination.
My eyes shot open as the hand pulled me forward, the familiar creaking of the TARDIS door behind me, as I all but fell into the police box and into waiting arms. The pen in my pocket clattered to the floor as I gripped the tweed jacket and buried my head against the time lord.
"I know, you're safe, Love, just breathe." My sobs echoed through the console as my body became overwhelmed with relief and pain, dragging me through a tidal wave of emotion.
I gasped as we sunk to the floor; pain, exhaustion, confusion, fear, relief, and happiness all at once. The chest beneath my head vibrated as softly spoken words carried me through the feelings.
"I've got you, you're safe," he whispered into my ear, my gasps settling to shuddering breaths. "I'm so sorry Y/N," my body leant against him bonelessly as his hand smoothed over my hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into my back. "That's it, good job, Love." Silence followed as I clung to him, the ambience of the TARDIS comforting me. After a few minutes, I tilted my head to look into those beautifully old eyes and smiled weakly.
"Knew you'd find me," I whispered, ignoring my hoarse throat. "Cutting a bit short weren't you." I teased, his green eyes glazed with tears as he smiled down at me, wiping my cheeks gently.
"We had some trouble," he chuckled, "Someone didn't want us to find you but I couldn't let that slide now could I? Not for one of my favourite humans eh?" I forced my arms to wrap around him, gripping the back of his jacket in a hug and buried my head in his neck as the past few days caught up with me.
I was safe now, my body had clocked on to that fact. I couldn't help how my eyes slipped closed as I relaxed into the Timelord's grip, finally letting my body and mind shut down to recover from the ordeal.
He would always save me, no matter what.
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chodoyodes · 20 days
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Remember that outfit swap you did for Nine and Eleven back in November? (well I did)
How would their respective companions react to their new looks?
Also, what is your favorite class to play in DnD?
I do remember the post in question
Here are the reactions I cooked up haha
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As for my fav dnd class, it’s gotta be warlock, I have a current warlock character who is STUPIDLY min maxed and powerful but he’s only 16, super fun time
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He’s recently sold his soul to his patron though so that’s not great
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moodywho · 1 year
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Eleven’s run as Reductress Headlines - Bonus post
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Me, rewatching random Eleven-era episodes, worrying that my takes on Amy & Rory might be slightly OOC and then realizing that the writers of the show threw about five different characterizations/motivations on them throughout their run, depending on the episode and that means I get to just pick one to make my foundation and then develop it out properly:
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expectiations · 18 days
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khruschevshoe · 3 months
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Listen I know this is going to get controversial but these are my favorite ships for each Doctor:
Nine/Rose or Nine/Rose/Jack (refer to my OT3 post about Nine x Rose x Jack or just...all of Nine and Rose's character development for Season 1 for reasons)
Ten/Martha (but like Season 4 Ten/Martha after they are on more equal footing/the Doctor has realized how he fucked up, they would have been legendary)
Eleven/Amy/Rory (in that sweet spot post-Season 5, pre-God-Complex)
Twelve/Missy (this is the one version of the Thoschei ship that could actually work out long term, and though I love the batshit deranged energy of TenSimm and SpyDoc, this is the variation I think complements each other best in not just their feral energy/foils to each other, but also in their genuine understanding of each other and devotion to each other)
Thirteen/Jack (I really want to say Thasmin but Thirteen/Jack fascinates me so much you have no idea, all of that history, all of that guilt and outsurviving everyone and understanding each other like no one else does...it's a ship that lives mostly on headcanon but hey, most Doctor ships live mostly on headcanon)
(And this isn't even getting into my non-canon ships for the magical universe where continuity between showrunners could have worked... R.I.P. to Eleven x Rose, Twelve x Martha, and Bill x Thirteen)
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fromirkwood · 1 year
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amy: rory, you deserve an award for putting up with me
rory: you're my reward, amy
*meanwhile*
the doctor: river, you deserve an award for putting up with me
river: hell yeah I do. you're a real bitch sometimes
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