10th Doctor - Tumblr Posts
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thats what you get for not passing ur drivers license
the og meme ->
one of the best doctor who episodes ever
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Out of context images i have of the doctor
(Feel free to caption these)
I just love how the fandom has given the doctors nicknames to go with their numbers- at least these are the ones I could find:
9th: ears.
10th: pinstripe, sandshoes.
11th: bowtie, chinny.
12th: eyebrows.
13th: lucky 13 (or just lucky), rainbows, sparkles.
14th:??
15th: love ( the love doctor?), lovely, icon.
(For 15, I have just seen a few of these names a few times)
Honestly, I want to see more nicknames. I know a few of the classic doctors but can't remember them rip. Personally, I have been calling 14th weathered, but that's just me.
The Doctor is here to save the human race! From which one are you going to be the compagnon?🪐
Best part it is true as technically they are nonbinary.
what I think their sexualities are
Thrilled to inform you all that the infamous Doctor Who episodes Human Nature/Family of Blood in which the 10th Doctor becomes the professor John Smith takes place in an All-Boys school in 1913 England.
Therefore it would make a flawless crossover with our favorite British schoolboy Edwin Payne.
Do with this what you will :)
Doctor who oc rewrite time jumper
Y/n comes from a sad past who watches tv a lot after a bad accident she stumbles upon doctor who and becomes a fan. One day she had an argument with her boss on the phone and the next she was in the tardis some really weird just happened I will call you back.
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This my first ever writing I usually don't write fanfiction but since the internet has been really against I've decided to write some If it goes really will I will continue to write this story.
I know I said that I would write chapter 3 but I've had like 3 billion test the last few weeks so sorry.
The fr I promise to write the third chapter by tomorrow 🙏
I had a vision
the original: (x)
this one was really fun
original: (x)
nothing like doodling your favs to get yourself out of art block
I want to push him off of a roof but like in a loving way
marcille is a doctor who fan i can feel it
10th Doctor x G!N reader angst/fluff
Oh my gods when will he shut up? He's been talking for 30 minutes. I think to myself because Davros is really annoying and I'm pretty sure he knows I'm thinking shit about him because he looks at me with a flare and says "are you dizzy yet, y/n?" He adds extra venom to my name and that has the doctor panicking "what did you do to them? If you hurt them in any way I swear I will-" and he gets cut off by Davros saying "oh well I didn't have to do anything to them your little companion did all the work for me and they have been for awhile, isn't that right?" And now everyone is looking at me but I don't speak I just stand there looking at the ground hoping they would just look away and forget everything but that didn't happen and they all just kept staring and waiting so I let my mind drift hoping it would take me somewhere nice and just as I was in a peaceful place, a meadow with two moons in the sky, I got called out of my trance by my mother, Jackie Tyler, "y/n I always knew you were too weak but starving yourself I mean that's just pathetic!" She yelled at me with other means things for awhile before the doctor finally said something "OH SHUT UP LIKE YOU ARE ANY BETTER YOUR CHILD IS THE GREATEST THING IN THIS UNIVERSE AS WELL AS EVERY OTHER BECAUSE THEY DID ONE THING THAT YOU COULD NEVER DO, THEY LOVED, THEY LOVED THE UNIVERSE WITH ALL THEY HAD EVERY LIVING BEING THEY LOVED EVERY SINGLE ONE AND THEY EVEN LOVED YOU SO I AM PROUD OF THEM I AM SO VERY PROUD BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH AND YET THEY STILL KNOW HOW TO AND WILLINGLY LOVE EVERYTHING NO MATTER IF IT WILL HURT THEM OR NOT THEY TAKE THAT CHANCE BECAUSE THEY ARE EXTRAORDINARY AND BRAVE BRAVER THAN YOU COULD EVER BE SO YOU JACKIE TYLER ARE PATHETIC AND NOW THEY GET TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE LOVED BECAUSE I LOVE THEM" And for a second everything went quiet but I could hear his hearts beating as fast as they could and I knew in that moment that I love him too and that I will be the only one the ever be able to keep the promise 'I'll stay with you forever' because now I know I need to stay if not for the doctor then for myself because I have always needed him and now I know he will always need me and then we escaped dropped rose and Jackie off in the parallel universe put everyone back where they should be and sailed off into the stars holding onto only two things each other and that promise that no one else was ever able to keep but now someone will and that someone is me.
Psychic paper
tenth doctor x reader
Summary: In which the psychic paper betrays the Doctor
A/N: The Doctor is fruity, deal with it xx
You’d been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and you loved every minute of it. In that time he had shown you all kinds of things you had priorly deemed impossible; aliens with wiggly tentacles, a spaceship that defies the laws of 3 dimensional space, a buzzing device he calls the Sonic Screwdriver, and homicidal salt shakers with toilet plungers for arms to name just a few.
It seemed that with every adventure he showed you something new and fascinating, constantly topping himself without even trying. There was so much in all of time and space it wasn’t that hard. Anything outside of the 21st century was new to you.
This time, the Doctor had taken you to see a mechanics factory in the 35th century, but as always the adventure didn’t end there. Aside from new experiences, the Doctor could almost always promise some kind of trouble. He claimed he didn’t go searching for it but rather that it tended to follow him. Either way, most adventures with the Doctor involved some kind of mischief and usually a lot of running.
“It’s no good, you can only get in with an ID,” you groaned, popping your head back around the corner. “There’s a security guard checking everyone going in and out is an employee.”
You were hiding in a hallway, hoping to get inside the establishment's headquarters. The Doctor had a hunch that malicious alien forces were behind the operation, but he couldn’t be sure without poking around further. Typical Doctor, he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.
“I can’t think of any legal ways to get in there,” you shrugged, turning to the Doctor for ideas.
“I have identification,” the Doctor smirked, rummaging around in the seemingly endless pockets of his coat.
“You’re not an employee,” you pointed out.
The Doctor made a triumphant sound as he pulled what appeared to be a small black notebook out of the depths of his pocket. He flipped it open and you realized it wasn’t a notepad. The item was more like a police badge, minus the actual badge part.
He turned the paper towards you with a smile, clearly expecting you to be impressed
“Aren’t I?” He grinned brightly, looking at you eagerly. “Psychic paper,” he explained, tapping the stark white paper with his finger.
You grabbed the item from him, squinting at it. You wanted to make sure you were reading it right, maybe your eyes were acting up.
“This just says ‘I love you’?” You asked, handing the Doctor his weird paper back with a frown.
“I think that flirting with the security guard is more of a Jack move,” you winced, not wanting to hurt his feelings. The Doctor was quite the charmer, but strategic flirting wasn’t his strong suit.
The Doctor grabbed his psychic paper from you, frowning at it aggressively. It wasn’t supposed to say that.
“What-?” he asked, glaring at it the same way you did. Once the words registered with him he turned a dark shade of red. He should have been more careful when he handed it over to you.
“It’s not supposed to say that,” he mumbled his thoughts, trying to hide his fluster.
“How does it work? Is it like a reusable notepad?” You asked, genuinely interested. Even if the Doctor’s tools could be finicky, they were interesting. Maybe he had just forgotten to erase the message from the last time he used it.
“No, it’s supposed to show the reader what I want them to see,” he blushed, shaking the paper out like a Polaroid. Usually shaking the item would clear it, but those three words refused to fade from the paper.
“Sometimes it’s a bit slow…” he said, really more to himself than to you. He was still shaking the paper, desperately trying to get the words to disappear.
“So you were going to try and flirt with the security guard?” You frowned, now you were even more confused. The Doctor would much rather blow the whole place up than try and flirt his way through security.
“No!” He said, almost a bit too quickly. He blushed again and averted his gaze, an anxious hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. He hadn’t planned on telling you like this. He hadn’t planned on telling you at all.
“When I handed it over it was supposed to show you an employee ID,” he winced. You nodded, this much you knew. What you didn’t understand was the confession of love.
“But I think the psychic paper picked up on my feelings instead,” he whispered. If you hadn’t been listening intently you might have missed the last few words.
“Are you saying that you love me?” You frowned, looking at the floor with concentration, “or the security guard?” The second option seemed more viable at the moment.
For the first time in a century, the Doctor was speechless. He stared at you, wide-eyed and unblinking as you waited for his answer. If it was possible, his jaw might have fallen to the floor.
“He’s pretty handsome, I can’t blame you,” you added, peeking over the wall to look at the security guard again.
The Doctor shook himself out of it, rambling a string of incoherent words. “I- uh, wha-?” He stumbled, trying to form a sentence.
“I handed the paper to you.” He said definitively.
“It’s a really dramatic way to come out, Doctor.” You continued on, ignoring him. It’s not like you didn’t know already, he wasn’t exactly subtle about it.
“It didn’t say ‘I love men’!” He threw his hands up in distress. “It said ‘I love you’!”
You finally stopped rambling on about the security guard and turned your attention to the Doctor. His words caught up to you and tentatively you pointed at yourself as if there was any other you. The Doctor nodded exasperatedly as if to say “Yes, you!”
“You love me?” you asked, still pointing at yourself.
“I think I’ve said it about four times now.”
“You?” You pointed at the Doctor, “Love me?”
“Blimey! Yes!” He shouted, frustrated now. You widened your eyes and anxiously checked around you, scared he might have given away your location. Thankfully, everyone appeared to be out of earshot.
“Yes, I love you,” he whispered this time, his eyes boring into yours. You blinked slowly, your brain still refusing to process his confession.
You smiled brightly, your grin taking over your entire face. The Doctor loved it when you lit up like this, your happiness radiating off of you. He felt a small smile of his own tugging at his lips just looking at you.
“I hope that’s alright,” he whispered quietly. He would never forgive himself if he lost you over a psychic paper mishap. The embarrassment would be too much - he’d have to run away. Maybe to that planet inhabited by only rubber ducks?
“That’s more than alright,” you grinned, a hand instinctively reaching up to his arm to comfort him. The fabric of his coat was cold against your palm, but you didn’t pull away.
The Doctor really smiled back at you now, the wild lopsided grin that was reserved just for you. The kind of smile that always made you laugh with joy.
He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting your body off the ground in excitement. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. You laughed happily, waving your feet about slightly.
The Doctor pulled back just enough to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. Neither of you could stop smiling, even as your lips met. You laughed against him, planting kisses across his face sloppily. Your lips brushed the tip of his nose, the arch of his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, and his jawline.
“The security guard is pretty cute though,” the Doctor teased with a sly smile.
“I knew it!” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back as you did.
A piece of me. A part of you.
Pairing: The Doctor x reader
Reader type: Gender neutral
Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver
Warnings: N/A
An: It has been a hot minute lol. I'm thinking about doing a mini series of various one shots with a specific type of reader in mind. This is mostly just a quick idea of sorts to figure it out. I'll be tagging all of these ones, if I do it, as readerreader until I figure out a better name lol. Anyways enjoy this one! Any feedback is welcome!
"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold."
- Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via woodlandfawn)
"Are you mad at me?" You asked. Your voice wavered. Spoke the pain you felt.
"Mad?" The Doctor asked softly. Held you closer in his arms. "Why would I be?" He trailed off. Pulled your hand into his. "Y/n." A whisper. Your name is uttered in such soft reverence.
"Please Doctor." You sounded meek. Tired. God so tired. "Tell me." You look up. Your damp cheek still pressed to his chest. "Please."
He brought your hand to his lips. Layed a kiss on broken and bloody knuckles. His jaw clenched. His eyes soft as he looked at you. "Never. Not of this."
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.
.
He held a lifetime of sorrow. Carried it in a body hewn of ancient stone. Drowned in a pain beyond your comprehension. The Doctor has faced beings claiming God has spoken to death and was spared her hallowed curse. Yet he came out the victor. The lone man in a blue box condemned to live out a life loss and ruin.
There are times you catch a glimpse of him. Genuine moments of his joy. Of his love for learning. Such as now. On a cool, crisp day. Breathing in the mountain air of a foreign planet. He speaks to you, almost tripping over his own tongue as he tells you of the planets history. Its people. He tells you of events as if he has lived them. And perhaps he did. Watched as the first mountains formed.
Did he hold his breath as the first green sprout rose from rich soil? Did he know of that tree? Breathed in the air it gave as it towered miles high into the air? The crown of it touching the clouds. Daring to break the atmosphere and touch the stars just as he did.
You say nothing. Hold his hand while he speaks. You look into eyes that have seen both the birth and death of the universe.
If you listen. Catch your breath. You can hear the TARDIS. The cry of alien animals. Although the Doctor would tell you that "You are just as alien to them as they are to you." You smile at the memory that thought brings up. On a far warmer planet that had a sky of deep violet hues.
Your face warms when the Doctor waves a hand in front of you.
"Are you even listening? I am being very clever you know." You chuckle. Slightly embarrassed at being caught lost in your thoughts.
"I am. I promise. I just." You pause. Get lost in the look he gave you. One brow rose and a flicker of a smile on his lips before he looks away.
You would give anything to see yourself through his eyes. To see what he saw in you. To know what he deemed worthy enough to keep you around.
"Come along then." The Doctor pulled you towards a worn foot path. "There's a town nearby that I want to show you. It has the nicest little shops." Slowly he fades out. Eyes following the curve of your profile. Lost in the look of your eyes. A fresh view in the planet he often visited.
Yet you were the first companion he brought here. The first to view this small piece of peace he so desperately clung to. And he showed you as if to say. Here I am layed bare, open. See the part of me that I keep hidden. Please notice the peace. The untainted memory he so desperately held onto.
His own lips copy the curve of your smile. Finding his own happiness at your joy of another alien world. Caught in new sights and smells. He watches as you call out. Greet people unknown to you.
You have grown since you've first met. No longer cold and calloused to the world. Finding your own softness after being walled off for so long.
You nod as you pass yet another. The people of this planet range in brillent hues of blue. Each of them shifting darker in shade as they age. Their "hair" was a tuble like tendrel that they held great care for. They decorated them with jewels and golden clasps. Horns sprouted from the tops of their heads. Curling like a rambs as they grew older. From this was draped a sheer fabric. A religious practice for some. They have four arms. The bottom set wrapped around their torso when not in use.
You nod your head at a passing couple clothed in deep green hues. A child between them skin such a pale blue it was almost white. Your head nods. Eyes closed. The Doctor copied you from by your side.
A polite greeting that they copy in turn. They tell you of festivities being held in town. An important one for them. Something only held every one hundred years.
These people live for centuries. A long life of peace and deep appreciation of the arts and sciences. They yearn and crave knowledge.
The Doctor grins. Laughs and waves goodbye at the family and pulls you further down the path. Through fog covered trees and over a stone bridge. His hand still in yours as you reach the town.
And oh it was stunning. Filled with the laughter of children and foreign food wafting in the air. Sweet and aromatic. Spice intermingling with the pine like scent of the woods.
What you could only call orbs floated high into the hair. Multi colored balls all shades of the rainbow
Children ran past you. The Doctors hand slipping from your own. His gaze follows the children running towards the bridge you just crossed. Their laughter rung. High and bright.
With a hand between your shoulders the Doctor leads you towards various stalls. Having you try different foods. Drinks. Even getting you a trinket or two. Silver bangles on your wrists. A new ear cuff shaped like a dragon from Earth's folk tales. Takes that held some tune of truth to them.
The day blends into the night. Your full. Body satisfied by a different blend of food. Even so you held a warm drink in your hand. The Doctor had lead you to a high hillside above the town. The two of you sat on dewy grass beneath twin moons.
You shivered. Wishing you had brought a warmer jacket. You took a sip of your drink. Sweet and almost chocolaty. It was caffeinated almost like a coffee. You bumped your shoulder against the Doctor who in turn nudged you back. "Why did we come up here again?" You asked. The Doctor smiles.
"They hold a light show. Drape thier bodies in the floating lights you've seen all night. " His voice is soft. Far off in a memory. One you're soon about to make. "They dance. Tell the story of their people. It's a long one. Sad and filled with pain and trauma. But they tell it. Teach their young about their history and just how difficult peace was to achieve." He begins to add more but stops when the dancing begins.
Light waves. Rolls across the town like water on the ocean. Breaking and scattering when it hits the edge of their home.
They dance and sing. So much pain and sorrow held in their story. It calls out to you. Transfixes you. It also speaks of hope. Of faith.
The Doctor says nothing. Watches you as you watch the town. Colors dance across you skin. Flash in your bright eyes. You face is soft. Small minute expressions only he could see. He has seen this a thousand times and will a thousand more. But he thinks. Just this time. He is seeing it for the first time again through you. And it stills his hearts. Warms his chest.
He sees a part of himself in you. A desperate need to learn. To see. And he knows you see yourself in him to. The hurting. The pain. The coldness. Often he wonders how the both of you got along. How the both of you balance each other out.
You got to grow softer. Learn to give a kindest you so desperately fought for. Learn to give it to others so that you to may get it.
The Doctor got to see things in fresh eyes. To relearn the reason why he ran off in that blue box in the first place. He saw a piece of himself in you. And perhaps you part of himself in you.
Anyone else try to find out when they stopped talking when Donna and the doctor reconnected again and started trying to communicate through 2 windows