Hello all!

Thanks to ash I feel an urge to watch Human Nature/Family of Blood (Doctor Who s03e08/s03e09). So I will! Because I am so starved for social companionship I thought you guys might want to watch with me.

At 19.00/7pm CET we’ll start Human Nature

At 20.00/8pm CET we’ll start Family of Blood
(so there’s a short break between episodes)

If you’re unsure what time that is where you are you can check here. If you’re seeing this when I post it, it’s two hours from now. Well. An hour and 44 minutes. Anyway.

Do come join us and enjoy some of David Tennant’s finest acting as the Doctor. Also bingle bongle dingle dangle yickety doo yickety da ping pong lippy tatty too ta.

I genuinely don’t know what to say about him any more. it’s just not. fair.

He could feel the hum of the TARDIS all around him. It wasn’t a sound. Nor was it, in any usual sense of the word, a vibration. But he sensed it. The fluctuations in energy on board were imperceptible to anyone but him, and even though they were so small he was always aware of them and through them he could perceive the slightest shifts in the ship. He closed his eyes and focused his mind. She felt pleased, and that made him feel safe.

“What are you smiling about?” Rose’s hand on his chest and her warm lips on his shoulder. His shoulder was as cold as her lips were warm, and little goose bumps rose on his skin across his chest where her warm breath seemed to caress him. He didn’t say anything, but just shifted a bit to direct his smile at her. She looked into his eyes and put her hand on his chest; his skin still prickly.

As his focus shifted from the TARDIS back to his immediate vicinity, Rose’s warm touch made him aware that he had been lying without his clothes on, on top of the bed for a very long time. The blankets had both fallen to the floor sometime in the night, and neither of them had noticed until now. Yet Rose was still warm. Along with her soft fingers now moving from his chest down to his stomach came a shiver which was only half due to the cold. Rose, who had been looking down, looked back up at his face in response to his shudder. One side of her mouth rose in a cheeky smile and a familiar and very welcome pang of excitement flared inside him.

“You’re cold,” she said, slowly kissing his chest now, “how about we warm you up?”

The blankets stayed on the floor. Neither of them noticed.

dark!doctor *swoon*

“Put your hand.. No! Don’t… Just.. There! Put your hand there!”

“Where? I don’t have eyes at the back of my head, you know.”

“Let me.” She grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm so that his hand reached the right place. “Well done. My turn now.” She reached out and flicked the little plastic arrow.

“Okay. Right foot, blue.”

The Doctor pulled a lever on the console and the TARDIS quieted down. They had landed. Rose was in her bedroom, and he assumed she might have fallen asleep. A couple of hours ago she had stormed off and slammed the door in his face because… He scratched his head and tried to remember what had actually happened.

They had been shopping. Well, he thought, rolling his eyes, she had been shopping. He had been doing calculations in his head, sitting in an armchair outside the changing rooms, when she had come out of one of them and asked him something. He hadn’t really been paying attention, but he did remember that the dress she had on was the same shade of pink as the poisonous waterfalls of Ort. He had told her to take the horrible dress off. They had gone back to the TARDIS soon after, and she hadn’t spoken to him since.

Whatever it was she was upset about, he thought, this was sure to make it better. He skipped down to the door and looked outside. “Perfect!” he exclaimed and shut the door again. Gingerly he opened the bedroom door to peer through the crack. Rose was lying on her side with her back to him. “Rose?” he said quietly and opened the door a bit more. “What?” she replied sourly. “Ah, not sleeping, then. Good. Good. I’ve got something to show you. Come see.”

Rose rolled around and propped herself up on her elbows, a frown on her face. “I’m not really in the mood.” The Doctor bit his lip and pondered the situation. “I’m sorry?” he said, the question mark all too obvious. He could tell he wasn’t making things better by the look on Rose’s face. “No, I’m sorry. I… I made a mistake!” he pleaded, and now he was next to the bed, reaching for one of her hands. “You have no idea why I’m angry with you, do you?” she sat up, pulling her hand away. He sank down on the bed next to her. “Not really,” he admitted and looked at her with a hesitant smile. “But whatever it was I didn’t mean it, and I’m sorry and I have something to show you so come on!” Rose’s expression softened and she let him grab her hand and pull her down to the console room and to the doors.

He stopped just in front of the doors and beamed at her. Reverently, he put his hand on the door handle and pulled open the door to reveal what was outside. A rose garden, bathed in the golden light of two setting suns spread out before her as she stepped out on soft green grass. The scent of hundreds, thousands of roses wafted in and embraced her. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. “Rose Tyler,” The Doctor’s voice in her ear, his fingers entwining with hers, “I’m sorry.”

No.

Well, why not? Look at him! The Doctor held up the dazed kitten next to his face and looked at Rose with puppy-dog eyes. Look how cute he is! How can you not want to keep him?

No. She fought the urge to laugh at his boyish face, maintaining a look of exasperated resolve. She knew how short his attention span could be. Even on a good day you forget to feed yourself. Imagine how long a kitten would survive here. His face fell slightly, but soon lit up again in a huge grin. You can feed it, you always remember stuff like that! The solution seemed to him the perfect one, but Rose rolled her eyes and reached out to take the kitten from him. He flinched and turned to keep her away from it.

Look, she rolled her eyes but the trace of a smile she knew he could see was betraying her, you don’t even like cats! Understandably so, too. He put on an exaggerated look of outrage and held his hands theatrically over the kitten’s ears. It closed its eyes and began to purr. Shh, you’ll upset him. Well, I’m a new… I’m a man now, aren’t I? I’ve had a change of heart. Literally! His smile widened impossibly and the last bit of resolve Rose had been clinging to melted away.

Okay, she smiled and playfully slapped him on the shoulder, but you feed it.

Three weeks later, Tony was ecstatic when The Doctor and Rose brought him a new kitten.

was challenged by lovetherunning (well, not really challenged… but I took it as a challenge) to stabilise the arse-gif. I did, but you can’t tell. And then I made it pretty, but you can’t tell that either, because tumblr hates gifs that look good. so here. have a grey box. *huffs*

“Oh hey, let’s gif something random”, I say.

“Oh hey, look! It’s David’s arse!” I exclaim.

et voilá.

see if I regret anything.

I can’t explain this.

hand porn for ania. not at all for me. no.

XD I wish I was sorry.

if you find my sanity, let me know. send it to “the girl who can’t stop giffing”. it’ll find me.

Endless tongue. I mean, nobody I know has their tongue out as much as he does…

I am not complaining.

oh, david…

invisible master