#11th doctor playlist

[petrasplaylists]

an early christmas present for you guys! listen here. ✮⋆˙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

i'd appreciate it if you like the playlist on spotify if you enjoy it! - otherwise i don't know how many people have listened to it! i also have tons of other doctor who playlists, see this post.

[p4lm5prings]

One thing about me is when I really like a fictional character i will be making a Taylor Swift playlist for them!

And it will be spot on too!

*ahem* listen to them here 😘

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Doctor Who Character Playlists:

The Doctor and Donna Noble:

Donna Noble:

River Song:

River Song x The Doctor:

(Bonus a festive playlist inspired by Wilf):

[mannka]

A few songs that I associate with the Doctor

[ohmerricat]

hey not to act cwayzee but also i’m building a recent hyperfixation playlist and this is an

AMY POND SONG. HEAR ME OUT

^self explanatory

^statue’s crying huh? saddest book you’ve ever read?

^ “my responsibility has found a place” “strong warnings in the guise of gentle words” “family wider net absurd” (previous companions)

“you’ll take care of her i know it you will do a better job, maybe, but not what she deserves” addressed to rory…

^ “my heroine pretend” that’s so fairytale girl, etc . “settle for an epitaph, walk away” “meet you at the statue in an hour”

[heyitsspaceace]

hey friends! i’m making a playlist for the doctor bc i’m normal like that, so if anyone has good recommendations for songs that you associate the doctor with drop em in the reblogs, and this is pretty much for every reincarnation of the doctor (give me a while and i’ll make ones for all the NuWho doctors bc for now it’ll just be the doctor in general lol) and don’t be afraid of those gutwrenching ones do share, bc all i have so far is tongues and teeth by the crane wives and vampire empire by big their

[doverstar]

so here's all the music I associate with Eleven/Rose if you're into that

[camcorderrevival]

and on the worst days when it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons she's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand so she can always run   -   i am disappeared, frank turner

[deanwinchesterlady]

If anyone is interested.. :)

[funkylildragonfella]

Made a few cool Playlists!

[middimidoris]

I made a lil Matt Smith playlist similar to my Pedro Pascal one. In case anyone is into that 😏

[petrasplaylists]

i updated my doctor who spotify playlists!

links: doctor who. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. rose. clara. river. jack. nine and rose. ten and rose. twelve and clara.

please heart my playlists on spotify if you enjoy them!

[valeska-25]

Doctor who playlist

[klaus-littlestwolf]

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Characters I Write For: Klaus M, Elijah M, Kol M, Aemond T, Bucky B, Jasper H, 11th Doctor, Michael Gavey

[undiscovered-horizon]

would you ever do a chubby/plus-size!reader? i would love to see and 11th doctor x chubby!reader where they go to a formal and it’s the first time he sees reader glow like that, since she often hides herself in baggy clothes.

kinda hurt/comfort vibes. ahh i feel like 11 would be such a romantic dork, feeling all star struck. 🥺 not understanding why she thinks she’s anything but the most beautiful person in all the universes. because that’s how he sees her 😭💕

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Doctor Who-inspired playlist

"Blessing me" - 11th Doctor x chubby!Reader

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Looking for an alien on an intergalactic banquet sounded like a blockbuster space opera but there was the tiniest detail that turned it all into a nightmare - being part of it yourself. Banquets, as it befits them, mean elegant people in fitted clothes and with graceful manners. In a bitter way, it was hilarious to you as it seemed like banquets were everything you didn't have. Nevertheless, it wasn't something you could just opt out of - you signed up for the charming and deranged yourself.

Sometimes being clothed felt worse than being naked and you were painfully aware of that at the moment. Maybe most of your skin was underneath the material but still, it felt like it creased and tightened in all the wrong ways and places as if it sprouted a mind of its own that was determined to make you look the worst way possible; like it wanted to show the entire universe just how ungraceful or inelegant you were, how out of place. The dress itself was absolutely gorgeous: pion purple velvet, leg slit, cleavage... It truly looked taken straight from a magazine cover. Except you could hardly call yourself a cover girl.

The moment he heard the creak of the hinges, the Doctor moved away from the side of the TARDIS that he had been leaning against. His expression became worryingly blank when his eyes fell on you: he could either be a victim of a storm of chaotic, dismembered thoughts or a complete lack thereof. It was hard to tell which one. For some reason, it looked like he was frozen in time for a moment, with no movement or even blinking. He just... stared.

"Do I... look okay?" you asked hesitantly.

The Doctor suddenly shook awake. Immediately, his eyes wandered off and he refused to look at you again. Still, putting on a brave and certainly aloof face, he clasped his hands and turned in the direction you two should be heading:

"Yes, right, lovely. Let's go."

He just began walking away without a care in the world, more interested in the imminent danger than you. His remarkable lack of engrossment sprouted a sinking feeling in your stomach like a lead globe pulling you underground, the dread stealing your ragged breath.

"Oh God, he can't even look at me," you whispered to yourself. Your day was about to get worse as if it wasn't bad already.

Not having much experience in walking in heels, you were doing a silly, fearful trot trying to catch up with the Doctor and his long strides. But your attempt at running wasn't the only silly thing - you felt it was all of you. Finally daring to wear something else than loose jeans and a jumper only to remember why it was your exclusive clothing choice in the first place.

The ballroom was filled with aliens most of which you'd never seen before even after all this time and adventures with the Doctor - your world was still tiny. The place was packed. Every person you laid your eyes on looked fascinating even if not exactly beautiful by human standards. They left a lasting impression that made you all the more conscious about your own outstanding looks. Not the good outstanding, to be clear.

"So, looking for an alien, right?" You tried your best to seem unbothered and collected. Whether you were successful or not, Doctor's attitude remained the same: avoidant.

He was answering you while squeezing past various alien specimens in relatively elegant attire. It was difficult to hear what exactly he was saying as laughter and music echoed through the ballroom. "Yes. Well, no. An android built by an alien."

"Tomato, tomato. We're still looking for something not human on an intergalactic charity ball. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The Doctor stopped abruptly. You were watchfully following his gaze and it felt like time slowed down as you saw him glance at you and hurriedly look away. He was nervously rubbing his hands. "Well then, let's find a magnet. Shall we?"

As if he wasn't a strange enough man already, the Doctor's behaviour only became more bizarre. Sometimes you'd notice, out of the corner of your eye, his curious but reluctant gaze as if he wanted to look at you but didn't want anyone else to know. Perhaps, he didn't want you to know.

The dread only continued to pull you towards the ground, the tips of your fingers turning cold and trembling. A panic raised in your chest, and obsessive thoughts kept rushing you to just go, just leave and disappear - like you were never meant to be in this place at this time.

The aforementioned lead sphere kept dragging you and dragging until you've known nothing else except desperation and panic. You needed to know the reason, to either burn in shame or laugh at your far-fetched conclusions. Whatever the answer was, you had to end that dreadful silence.

"Why won't you look at me?" you asked him.

"What? I am looking at you, what are you on about?" Despite his reassurance, he hardly gave a glance vaguely in your direction.

He kept on leading you through hotel-like corridors, guiding you to a destination he never thought to disclose. The Doctor's attention was focused on the painfully mundane furnishing: ferns, brackets, dusty oil paintings, nauseating carpets and doors that had been repainted a little too many times.

"See? Even now, we're talking and you're staring everywhere but at me. If I look hideous, just say it and let's get over it."

"Hideous?" he repeated as he suddenly stopped walking. He looked over his shoulder at your but only for a short moment. "Of course you don't look hideous, why would you say that?"

"Well, I'm not blind," you said as you vaguely pointed at your body. It was a nice euphemism, a lot less raw and honest than consciously thinking about the graceful, elegant aliens you were surrounded by. "Which is exactly why I noticed you've been refusing to look me in the eye ever since we got here. Why's that? Just... just be honest. For God's sake, just tell me why."

"Because I can't!" he suddenly raised his voice. Whatever nerve you struck, it was a quite prominent one.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both I suppose."

"But... why?" Perhaps if it was so difficult to get an honest answer from him, you shouldn't want to learn it, after all. Maybe there was a reason he kept circling around the truth.

"A Christmas tree!" he exclaimed with excitement. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly. "Everyone loves a Christmas tree. It's lovely, it's gorgeous. Very distracting. Best not to look at it if you've got work to do."

"I'm... distracting?" Although he made it sound fairly good, a distraction could hardly be considered an advantage of any sort. Especially in your current line of business.

"A lot more than I'm willing to admit. Now come on, we've got the universe to save."

The Doctor was about to turn around and probably run off straight into the jaws of danger hiding behind the corner but you grabbed his arm. "No, hold on a minute. You're not going to elaborate?"

"I think I made myself clear, didn't I?"

"Not exactly. 'Distracting' is a little ambiguous, don't you think? Do you mean good distracting or bad distracting? Butterflies of mosquitos?"

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. His eyes stared at your face in a manner so intense, so passionate, it nearly made you want to look way as if his gaze could burn through your skin. The Doctor was bursting at the seams, all the words he hadn't said seeping through.

"I mean distracting as in the whole universe could implode and I wouldn't care because you're here. 'I could die a happy man because I've seen you' kind of distracting."

Your mind was filled with static and even that was an understatement. Maybe you heard him wrong? Or he never said anything close to admiration and you were simply overinterpreting his intentions? Silently, you stared at him. For the first time that day, he also stared at you as if he finally gave in to an urge. At that moment, his eyes dared not look away.

"You keep on blessing me and it makes my mind go all stupid and it's distracting. Does that settle it?"

"Yeah," you answered although you didn't quite believe your own words. Truth be told, you weren't sure what to say or think. How does one accept such a confession? "Yeah, I think it does."

A distant crash and blood-chilling scream distracted both of you from the intimate words. Maybe, in some funny way, it was the android that found you, instead of the proper way around.

"Great! Now let's go on a little hunting trip."

Perhaps his eyes couldn't stay on you but his thoughts never left your side.

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Following on from the motorsport number ones posts I've been doing, I got curious... what songs were number two? The ones that didn't quite reach the top on these days. So here we go, the start of the 'Motorsport Number Twos' series 😊

Fernando Alonso (29th July 1981) - The Specials - Ghost Town

Lewis Hamilton (7th January 1985) - Wham! - Last Christmas

Nico Hulkenburg (19th August 1987) - Spagna - Call Me

Daniel Ricciardo (1st July 1989) - Prince - Batdance

Valtteri Bottas (28th August 1989) - Black Box - Ride On Time

Sergio Perez (26th January 1990) - New Kids On The Block - Hangin' Tough

Kevin Magnussen - (5th October 1992) - Dr Alban - It's My Life

Carlos Sainz Jr - (1st September 1994) - Red Dragon with Brian & Tony - Compliments On Your Kiss

Pierre Gasly - (7th February 1996) - 3T - Anything

Alex Albon - (23rd March 1996) - Robert Miles - Children

Esteban Ocon - (17th September 1996) - Peter Andre - Flava

Max Verstappen - (30th September 1997) - Oasis - Stand By Me

Charles Leclerc - (16th October 1997) - Sash! ft La Trec - Stay

George Russell - (15th February 1998) - Aqua - Doctor Jones

Lance Stroll - (29th October 1998) - George Michael - Outside

Zhou Guanyu - (30th May 1999) - Wiseguys - Ooh La La

Lando Norris - (13th November 1999) - Tin Tin Out ft Emma Bunton - What I Am

Yuki Tsunoda - (11th May 2000) - Oxide & Neutrino - Bound 4 Da Reload (Casualty)

Logan Sargeant - (31st December 2000) - Eminem - Stan

Oscar Piastri - (6th April 2001) - Shaggy ft Rikrok - It Wasn't Me

All added to the new Spotify playlist I have created for it 😊