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The Eleventh Doctor

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The people wanted to hear his skincare routine, and goddammit, he would provide, in full unsolicited detail — because he might not be a good person, but he wasn’t a monster.

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Having the worst day of my life. All I want is to go into the tardis and climb into bed beside river and just cry in her arms.

I’m so sorry, hon. I know this wasn’t like exactly an ask for a drabble, but I wanted to send you a little something. I hope it makes things like even .1% better, and I hope that things really do get better for you 💙

You stumbled out of your house, out into the road, where the TARDIS was parked halfway on a completely obliterated mailbox. You would’ve laughed at it normally, but every step you took was weighed down by a wordless scream, a frustrated heaviness. When you knocked on the TARDIS doors, the Doctor opened them, already halfway through an explanation of the next place you were meant to be traveling to. He stopped abruptly when he noticed your expression, and he ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Ah,” he said, by way of proper greeting. “I see.” A little awkwardly, the Doctor kissed your forehead, that half-breath chaste kind of kiss, and mumbled, “I’ll give you two a bit.”

You nodded into his shoulder, grateful that at some point he’d gained the self-awareness required to know River was much better with bad days than he was, and that sometimes you needed someone capable of sitting still for more than a minute at a time.

You trudged through the TARDIS halls until you reached your bedroom. It was waiting for you as it always would be, should you need a space to yourself. The door clicked as you opened it. Somehow, like you’d known she would be, there was River: sprawled out in your bed, her curls tousled to the heavens, wearing thin cotton pajamas.

You cleared your throat. You’d stopped crying earlier, but your throat tightened again at the sight of her, everything welling back up inside of you. “Someone’s sleeping late.”

With a soft, sleepy smile, River lifted her arm to motion you into bed. “Come on. The Doctor’s a terrible heat source, and I’m chilly.”

You climbed into bed next to her, already feeling hot tears prickling your eyes. “How do you always know what I’ll need?”

“I’m psychic.”

You snorted, slipping under the blankets and nestling against her. Her body was impossibly warm, in spite of what she claimed. “You are not.”

“I’m very clever,” she amended. She wrapped her arms about you securely. “And I love you tremendously.”

“That I’ll give you,” you whispered. Finally, you let yourself cry again. Loudly, at first, as she whispered soothing nonsense and stroked your back. Then, very quietly, your face pressed into her chest.

You tried to stifle a sniffle, and half-succeeded. “Today was miserable,” you explained, when you could speak again.  

River hummed. Her grip on you tightened, and she peppered your hair with kisses.

“Completely miserable,” you added. Your body felt impossibly heavy, and your throat still hadn’t loosened. The straps of her nightshirt were damp now. You nearly apologized for it, but you knew she’d just shush you.

“I know, love,” she said, voice soft. “Shall I tell you a story?”

You debated a moment, trying to parse through your feelings, to see if you really just needed silence. Finally, you asked, “Are we in it?”

“Starring roles.”

“Okay.”

She took a deep breath. “Once upon a time—”

Your nose wrinkled. “Are we really that kind of story?”

You couldn’t see it, but River raised a perfect eyebrow. You did feel her amusement rumbling in her chest. “Need I remind you I’m a published author, dearest, and therefore know what I’m doing?”

You shook your head against her shoulder. “Fairytales aren’t your genre.”

River sighed, but you could feel her smile against your forehead. “All right, then. It was a dark and stormy night…”

You settled into her and closed your eyes, her heartbeat a steady pace alongside her story.

Notes: Just sending lovin your way, hon 💙

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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I don't know how long this will last, but all I hear is: Iran, Israel, America... as if Gaza doesn't exist, as if the world has forgotten the people suffering there.

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He put his key in the lock, twisted it, and opened the door to find Izzy already standing there.

Canary #6 :)

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Roberto made a point of showing that he wasn’t removing anything from the rooms… but he brought in a robotic chaperone instead.

- Canary chapter 6

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nice pair of characters who trust each other more than anyone else in the whole entire world it would sure be a shame if one of them betrayed that trust for the sake of trying to keep the other alive. it would sure be a shame to love someone so much you destroy them

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New Mutants vol. 4

tbh I just don't read Sam as the "co-leader" at all lol. It's all Dani.

Like what does he bring to the table, in Claremont's run specifically, except being wrong all the time and also the only white boy for miles?

I like Sam just fine but "co-leader" doesn't feel right imo.

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Roberto da Costa! I commissioned @artemelus on Twitter to draw him. Posted with permission :)

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I’m not super fond of the way vampires turn pale no matter their skin tone so here’s a proposal:

Colder tones!!!

This was loosely based off livor mortis which is the bluish-purple discoloration of the skin of dead bodies. It’s a result of the gravitation of blood but fuck that vamps are purple now

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Macklemore using his platform and art to advocate for Palestine and help UNRWA is really huge, but can people stop saying that no other artists have been speaking up for Palestine? Palestinian artists like Nemahsis, Lowkey, Saint Levant, Elyanna, Zeyne, Lana Lubany, Bashar Murad, and many others have been using their art to advocate for their people their entire careers. A lot of people would rather support white people supporting Palestinians than actually supporting Palestinians and it just adds to the dehumanising idea that Palestinians can't or don't speak for themselves.

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a thin line between love and hate