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River Song as a professor in Hogwarts

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✨️🥂"An Evening Out of Time"

The gala sparkled with lights that danced like stars caught in champagne. It was one of those evenings where the elite of the galaxy gathered—not to save the universe, but to toast its absurdity in style. The Doctor, looking deeply uncomfortable in a borrowed pinstripe jacket, fidgeted with a fork that was clearly meant for a species with three thumbs.

River, on the other hand, looked like she owned the room.

She leaned against him from behind, one hand possessively curled around his shoulder, the other cradling his chin like she was sculpting him from memory. Her dress—neon green and woven with crystalline strands—caught the light with every movement, like a living constellation. It was dazzling, scandalous, and completely River.

"You're tense," she whispered, voice rich with amusement. "Afraid someone might recognize you?"

"River," the Doctor said, not looking at her, "this party is hosted by the Galactic Ministry of Temporal Regulation. Half these people would love to dissect me."

She smiled and rested her chin on the crown of his head. "Then it’s lucky you brought your wife. I’m fabulous at misdirection."

The waiter approached with a tray of floating hors d'oeuvres that rearranged themselves into symbols of approval or insult depending on who reached for them. The Doctor reached—got a middle tentacle. River laughed, leaned in, and plucked one. Hers bloomed into a rose.

"Show-off," he muttered.

"Married one," she replied.

As the music rose, River dragged him to the dance floor with unapologetic flair. The Doctor stumbled after her, cheeks flushed, half trying to keep up, half trying not to smile. For a few hours, time didn't matter. The timelines could wait. Tonight was for glitter, for stolen kisses behind ice sculptures, and for dancing like tomorrow didn’t exist.

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Alex: Badass with a cool pose.

Jodie: Dork with flailing arms.

Pretty much sums up the Doctor and River too.

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📖 "The Librarian's Discovery"

It was a rainy Tuesday when I stumbled across the chest.

Tucked behind stacks of forgotten chronicles and under a thick coat of dust in the restricted wing of the Shadow Archives, it looked ordinary—just a battered leather trunk with tarnished brass fittings. But as a librarian in the Old Library of Darillium, I’ve learned that the most extraordinary things hide in plain sight.

Inside were one delicate, water-damaged journal—faintly humming with residual temporal energy—and a series of astonishing illustrations. I gasped. I knew these faces. River Song. The Doctor.

Their love story had always been a whispered legend, drifting through time like smoke. Most scholars dismissed it as a romantic fabrication. But here, in my hands, was her diary.

The first entry began with the familiar handwriting I’d only seen on scattered fragments:

“Hello, sweetie…”

A warm shiver ran down my spine. The page was filled with heartfelt words—her final message to the Doctor. It ended with: "Know that we will love you. Always." Tears smudged the ink where someone—maybe even him—had once touched the page.

As I flipped through the diary, I found poems etched beside a sketch of the TARDIS, and a bittersweet verse:

"Ask Donna, ‘Where’s the Doctor?’

She’ll reply, ‘Doctor Who?’..."

River had chronicled not just their moments, but the echoes of all his companions—ghosts of friendships that had shaped him across centuries.

One page held a prophecy:

“Demons run when a good man goes to war…”

A familiar phrase in Gallifreyan riddles, but this time paired with vivid drawings: a battlefield, the stars ablaze, and River standing tall with her vortex manipulator glowing.

Behind the journals were portraits—drawn with aching love and longing. River comforting Eleven Doctor. Her dancing with the Twelfth Doctor beneath a starlit sky. The caption in her swirling script read:

“…and he was hers, and this was their world.”

I spent hours poring over every word, every brushstroke. These were not just relics. They were evidence. Proof of a love that defied linear time.

I’ve since catalogued them under a new designation: Archive R.S.24—but I keep the key. Because some stories aren’t meant to be locked away.

They’re meant to be remembered.

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👑"Queen of the Nile"

River Song had many aliases, but tonight she was Cleopatra—Queen of the Nile, ruler of the Two Lands… and wife of the Doctor. Her golden gown shimmered under the torches of the Great Hall, and her headdress—borrowed from a vault only she could break into—glinted with an impossible jewel: a fragment of a collapsed star.

The High Priests bowed. The Pharaoh's guards stood silently, intimidated. And River? She was drinking it in like vintage wine.

The TARDIS was buried beneath the temple, hidden behind a false sarcophagus. The Doctor was somewhere in the palace kitchens arguing with a talking goose. Typical.

River had come here chasing a myth—an artifact that could bend timelines like silk. The locals believed it was a gift from Ra. River knew better. It was Time Lord tech. Dangerous. Ancient. Hers now.

As she raised her arm to address the room, the people cheered. And in that moment, River Song ruled not just the Nile... but time itself.

She smiled slyly, thinking of the Doctor’s reaction when he’d find her draped in gold, holding the artifact like a cocktail garnish.

"Sweetie," she would say, "I make history look good."

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Doctor Who - The Impossible Astronaut

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👠"The Last Dance on Venus Prime"

The ruby heels dangled from River Song’s fingers like a promise and a threat. She’d just exited the casino through the back, past the guards she'd distracted with a wink and a fake transmission from the Time Agency. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that meant someone—likely multiple someones—was going to wake up confused, broke, and questioning their life choices.

Her hair, pinned in soft waves, was a deliberate nod to the Venusian fashion elite. The sheer sleeves of her gown shimmered subtly under the moonlight, catching glances like gravity caught stars.

She paused on the promenade, one shoe slung over her shoulder, and grinned.

The Doctor was late.

That, of course, was the point. He’d arrive breathless, exasperated, and already halfway in love all over again. He always did. But tonight wasn’t about him. Not entirely.

Tonight, River had slipped back into her own legend.

The heist was already done. The stolen map—a key to a hidden TARDIS prototype—was safely encoded into the stitching of her dress. No one would think to scan couture.

Behind her, distant sirens wailed.

River simply slipped on her shoes, tossed a look over her shoulder, and whispered to no one in particular: “Spoilers.”

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🐎 save a horse, ride a cowboy

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💋 “A Kiss Between Timelines”

River Song x Missy — a tale of flirtation, defiance, and a very bad idea that felt very right.

It started in the Library — not the Library, but a pocket-universe one River broke into because it allegedly catalogued “every conversation Time Lords regretted.” Naturally, Missy was already there, red wine in one hand and a stolen timeline in the other.

“You’re early,” River said.

“I’m bored,” Missy purred. “Make it worse.”

They were never meant to meet.

Their rendezvous were explosive. Rome burning. Binary stars crashing. Missy loved pushing buttons (sometimes River’s, sometimes the ones that made black holes). River, to her horror and delight, found herself laughing.

Missy once carved their initials into the Matrix. River tattooed coordinates on Missy’s spine in invisible ink — only visible during regeneration. They argued across timezones, flirted in dead languages, kissed through a time vortex where lips only half-met. But when they did…

“You’re bad for me,” River said once, breathless.

“Yes,” Missy smirked. “But you’re impossible. So I win.”

When they disappeared together for a decade, UNIT scrambled, the Daleks panicked, and Luna University had to shut down a whole department.

No one knows how it ends. Maybe River tucks their story into a redacted chapter. Maybe Missy whispers it into a black star. But the Doctor suspects… their timelines are still dancing.

*drawing inspired by a photo from Pinterest

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ALEX KINGSTON AS RIVER SONG IN DOCTOR WHO

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Doctor Who Season 7 Minisodes

Rain Gods

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spacewives

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My favorite ongoing saga

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GENTLE MOONLIGHT

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River Song Appreciation Week

📅 May 25-31, 2025 (and every year thereafter!)

River Song Appreciation Week is back—an annual celebration of our favorite time-travelling archaeologist, space-queen, and Luna U's infamous darling professor. After several past editions (most recently in 2023), this fan-favorite returns on May 25-31 and will now be an annual celebration hosted by @expectiations. We’re bringing RSAW back to life with even more ways to celebrate!

✨ How to Join In

Like and/or Reblog this post

Create & Post anything inspired by River based on a prompt—gifs, graphics, caps, fanfic, vids, metas, fanmixes… you name it!

Caption your content with the following: @riversongweek | river song appreciation week: day # - prompt title (e.g. day 1 - favorite scene/episode)

Use one (or all!) hashtags within your first five tags:

#riversongweek

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#RSAW25

Reblogs & Shares: Reblog, retweet, or repost your favorites—comments and ❤s count just as much if you can’t create something new.

Unblock & Engage: Make sure you haven’t blocked our host's tumblr, so we can see and reblog your creations!

📜 Week-Long Schedule

Day 1 | May 25: Favorite Scene(s)/Episode(s)

Day 2 | May 26: Favorite Quote

Day 3 | May 27: Favorite Regeneration

Day 4 | May 28: Favorite Trait

Day 5 | May 29: Favorite Theme

Day 6 | May 30: Favorite Dynamic

Day 7 | May 31: Free Day

🎉 Community Vote

We’ll be running various River-centric polls across platforms (Twitter polls, IG Stories, Discord channel polls, etc.)—keep an eye out for opportunities to vote!

💡 Creative “Igniters”

Feeling stuck? Pick one quote that captures River’s essence and riff on it however you like:

• “For time may be a river, but the mind is a tide. They say the river can’t be turned, yet the tide can shift and slide.” ― Nishant Prakash, Falling In & Out • “Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” ― The Wonder Years • “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” ― Helen Keller • “Forever is composed of nows.” ― Emily Dickinson • “The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.” ― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword • “It’s very painful to start loving someone when holding on to the idea of hating them keeps you safe.” ― Fern Brady, Strong Female Character • “Time isn’t the only thing that can surprise you.”

Use these as optional prompts—no pressure, just sparks for your imagination.

🎨 Optional Fan Challenge

Quote-Inspired Fan-mix: Pick a quote and build a playlist around it.

No separate tags needed—just include our standard hashtags!

📜 Quick Rules & Reminders

Keep River front and center. Other characters are welcome, but she’s the star.

Be kind and respectful. No discrimination, shaming, or ship-bashing.

No AI-generated content.

Tag mature content (NSFW, triggers) clearly.

💬 Where to Hang Out

Discord: Join our server and find polls in the #river-song-appreciation-week channel!

Tumblr Ask Box: Questions? Inspiration? Drop us a line anytime.

Let’s light up the days leading up to May 31 with gifs, fanfic, art, and musings worthy of River Song herself. Time to show our space-queen how much she means to us once more—geronimo! 🚂✨

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12th Doctor & River Song

Hand Kiss

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