Some of y’all skipped the 9th doctor and it shows

Me, at my character whom I created, whose dialogues I write, whose actions I decide, whose development and personality are completely under my control: Why are you such a bitch

IN 👏 THIS 👏 HOUSE 👏 WE 👏 SUPPORT 👏 JODIE 👏 WHITTAKER 👏 AS 👏 THE 👏 13TH 👏 DOCTOR

One more bit of adulting advice

Don’t hate-read. You know what I’m talking about. Are there blogs or people who automatically make you clench your jaw and roll your eyes? Or always trigger a reaction of “Oh dear angels and spirits, not them/this AGAIN?”  Stop reading their stuff. Don’t seek it out, no matter how much ranty entertainment you feel it may be. 

Hate-reading is a drain of your time and energy.

(Note: I am posting this as a REMINDER TO MYSELF, because I fall into that trap, too.)

If there are people who get this reaction from you that your friends reblog, either blacklist their name or block them. I prefer blacklisting, mostly because I like to leave blocking for someone who’s deeply offended me personally. 

But either way, don’t let them into your life if seeing their name gets you this upset.

Shiver and Shake

#IS THAT A HICKEY?! #I THINK THAT IS A HICKEY #I THINK ROSE HAS A HICKEY #I HAVE NEVER NOTICED THAT BEFORE #AND I DON’T WANT TO HEAR OTHERWISE (via stoprobbers)

Her having a hickey combined with this joke means that he personally knows that she is Shiver.

He made her shiver.

Seriously?

People sending anons to RPers over 20 telling them to get a life because they RP. That’s so stupid!

Are there any RPers out there who are over 25? Wouldn’t it be nice to show the RPC that RPing is not only for teens? Most of us have been here for years because we love writing and we love the characters we’ve created and the stories we’ve written and the friends we’ve made.

Please reblog if you agree and you’re 21+

Tomorrow is April Fools’ Day. I don’t do pranks. You don’t have to worry about me posting links to any screamers or anything outrageous and designed to scare you or freak you out. You don’t have to worry about me posting false information to mess with you.

Pls reblog this if your blog doesn’t tolerate predators in the rpc.

Minuet, Part VII

At that the Doctor presses a hard kiss to her mouth, as if he’s punishing her for her words, or maybe rewarding her for them, Rose can’t tell.

(ten/rose angsty post-gitf au/fixit; this chapter is basically nothing but smut and talking and more smut (but sfw version can be found on ff.net as soon as I figure out how to edit around the smuts :’D)

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Minuet, Part VI

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

Settling back into bed next to the Doctor, pulling the rumpled duvet around her (and trying, and failing miserably, not to think of just how and why the duvet got to be so rumpled), it occurs to Rose that things are probably going to be just a little bit, well. Awkward. To say the least.

“So,” she says, and the word suspends in the air between them, frozen like a bubble in amber. “What now?”

Flat on his back, staring at the canopy up above, the Doctor folds his hands over his stomach. “We sleep, I would imagine.”

Rose holds back a sigh. Surely he knows that’s not what she meant, but after everything they both said, after everything he said, he probably isn’t too eager to jump straight back into another Talk™; Rose imagines he needs a little bit of time to rebuild his composure, gather up all the raw viscera he spilled out and sew them back in. Which is, of course, exactly the opposite of what Rose needs (Let’s dissect those guts she thinks, and wrinkles her nose after), but she can be patient. Can’t she?

“Well, erm,” she says, turning on her side away from him, twisting the bedclothes in her hands. “Good night, Doctor.”

“Good night, Rose.”

The never-ending storm and its accompanying darkness make it difficult to perceive what time of night it is (or day, for that matter), so Rose can’t be sure whether she has lain wide-eyed and awake for hours or just minutes. Either way, sleep has eluded her for some time now, pointing and laughing while she chases her thoughts over and over like a bloody hamster spinning in its wheel.

“Doctor?” she asks over her shoulder, quietly, on the off-chance he could be asleep.

When he doesn’t reply for a few moments, Rose wonders if he did actually manage to doze off, but soon enough, she hears a quiet, “Hmm?”

“Just wondered if you were still awake.”

“Yes,” he says softly.

Wincing at her stiffness—it certainly feels like she’s been lying on her side for hours, whether or not that’s true—Rose rolls over to face him, finds him still staring at the canopy up above. Has he moved at all since they returned to the bed, she wonders?

“Are you,” Rose starts to ask, and swallows the rest of her words. The quickest way to kill a relationship is to take its temperature, she remembers reading in a magazine once, but then how else is she supposed to know whether the blasted thing needs medical attention? “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

A few seconds later: “Are you?”

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I entirely believe that the TARDIS can change shape, she just chooses not to.

it’s because she knows full fucking well the Doctor would lose track of her in point five seconds and start trying to find keyholes in random trees if she ever stopped being a very large blue box

//I mean Six did fix the TARDIS’ chameleon circuit at one point and it… did not go well. At all.

Ten: Okay, I wasn’t THAT drunk last night

Jack: You were flirting with Rose the whole time

Ten: So? She’s my girlfriend.

Jack: You asked her if she was single

Donna: You cried when she said that she wasn’t

!Important!

Please read!

(To All Fandoms.)

You know. I was thinking of something this morning at 2 am when I probably should’ve been slëeping..

Fandoms are amazing..

Because at the end of the day it’s not about the ships or the fanfictions or the fanart or the cosplays.

It’s about family. It’s about a group of individuals coming together. No matter what they look like. No matter how they act. No matter what culture they’re from. No matter what orientation or skin color or sexuality or gender preference.

It’s about the cons. It’s about the friendship. It’s about supporting the actors of the show or movie or the authors of the boøks or the bands or YouTubers. It’s about the løve we share for each other. It’s about finding a place where you feel you fit in. It’s about helping others fit in. It’s about joy. It’s about what you accomplish together. If it’s a band, it’s about the musïc. It’s about standing up for one another. It’s about learning to stand up for yourself. It’s about being strong. It’s about finding strength within yourself and within other people. It’s about not giving a damn.

Yes. The fanfictions and the fanart and the ships, they’re cøøl and all.

But at the end of the day.

It’s about the people.

If you’re a Thoschei shipper then I demand you to reblog this.