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expectiations · 3 days

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NineRiver is everything to me

well, I say that for all DoctorRiver pairings lol but [seagull squawks] the NineRiver audios are everything to me now and I have thoughts thunking around about it.

[POTENTIAL SPOILERS. DO NOT READ AHEAD IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILERED]

Swipe Right felt stilted to me at first but then I realized maybe that's how it was meant to be. It was the first time River met that regeneration of the Doctor's who's fresh out of the Time War. She had to learn how to vibe with him. The continuous "I'll NEVER marry you. I don't do that." made my heart hurt honestly and I just wanted to hug River 😭 Nine may be brutally honest but he's also so kind and we see that soft!Nine in Archipelago.

Then with Face of the Apocalypse, ohh it hit me right in the gut. It made me laugh too honestly 😆 Doctor Sweetie and Miss Curly Hair <3 then I ended up bawling lmao

With the last audio, Archipelago, ohhh. I haven't been the same person I was before I listened to that audio. I have been irrevocably changed. That audio is now on the same level as Someone I Once Knew (4River). I also love how this smashes any belief that River forces the Doctor to have sex with her or do anything that the Doctor is uncomfortable with. Nine is asexual and River adjusted herself accordingly. They grew old TOGETHER and River was happy enough just holding hands with him and exchanging stories, truths with each other that no other Doctor or River will ever know.

Anyways, I've done my best to hold back from too many spoilers. SO I RECOMMEND Y'ALL TO LISTEN TO STAR CROSSED RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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paradox-n-bedrock · 6 months

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I'm rewatching Partners in Crime and everything about these babyfaced wonders is getting to me.

Donna is so bright and hopeful when she's talking to Wilf about the Doctor and it's like a punch right to the chest. She says wistfully and with such deep conviction that she's going to find him even if it takes a hundred years.

It's just further driving home how important their ending is. He found her this time, if by chance, and she gets to have that brightness back. He's the one staying with her, even if he hasn't promised forever. I was yelling about the symmetry between the 60th anniversary specials and The Runaway Bride, but with Partners in Crime, it's the inversion.

Also, do we all remember Donna in suits??? Fitted blazers and pencil skirts. Button-ups and pinstripe trousers. Because it wasn't quite so sharp in my mind and now I'm having a religious experience. As if her £120K UNIT job offer isn't perfect enough, the mere idea of Donna, in a suit, storming headlong towards trouble again is such a lovely little bonus gift.

#doctor who #doctor x donna #fourteen x donna #donna noble #fourteenth doctor #doctordonna #dw 60th #it's such a change to feel like these two are tearing me apart via joy #paradox liveblogs #dw musings

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hyaesia · 6 months

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the new tardis design is just this

#dw #cat's musings #a homebaked post #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers

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janeyre · 6 months

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love how the doctor has only ever lived in a world where there is one (1) rose. couldn’t POSSIBLY be that there’s someone ELSE in the whole multiverse named rose

#LOVE #doctor who #dw spoilers #musings #fourteen #rose tyler

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mitsvriii · 14 days

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stealing y/na's idea!!

mooties like this post for an indirect about you

after a certain number i'll start reblogging with them so it's harder to figure out

#🌷- jaybird's musings #will reblog this so dw if you miss it the first ime

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memesomething · 2 years

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quiet trauma sentence starters

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“It doesn’t really feel like mine.”

“I’m afraid of what happens in my head, sometimes.”

“I miss you.”

“I missed you.”

“I was scared.”

��I thought you were dead! I thought I was coming to scrape your body off the sidewalk.”

“Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80.”

“Will you stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“That was unkind.”

“I’m tired.”

“Is this okay?”

“We’re just... not in the right place.”

“I think we should wait.”

“This isn’t working.”

“I should... look, I need to tell you something.”

“I was afraid to tell you.”

#thanks #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #ask prompt #ask memes #ask meme #ask prompts #goodness me so many tags #ps yes a solid 80% of these are things my muse has said before but they make me Oh and they're on the list #the other 20% is that one line from dw

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stargazerlily7210 · 8 days

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Crackpot Ruby Sunday theory for the day!

What if Ruby's a fairy? Like, literally a Fae creature. Whether straight up Fae/Fairy, or more like a Changeling.

Her introductory episode, she fought off Goblins. She has no known origins, but passes as human on all genetic/scientific tests we've seen thus far. And there's obviously been the general increase of Supernatural/Fantasy elements.

Not to mention, (73 Yards spoilers) it looks to me like it was her reading the two spells after the Fairy Ring was broken that caused the events of the episode. Suggesting she herself has some form of magic that aligns with the power in the land/Fairy/Folk Magic.

*cue that one "she was a fairy" tiktok sound*

#doctor who #dw #doctor who spoilers #lily thinks #ruby sunday #nonsensical musings

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expectiations · 26 days

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I love that - thanks to one small line - their first kiss gives us a huge look at what kind of partner (and then later husband) the Eleventh Doctor is.

'What, that's it?'

First of all bear in mind from his perspective, yes they've gotten closer, but he's still suspecting that River might kill him sooner rather than later. It's understandable that some trust issues linger and thus he's still a bit quick with the casually dark (and cruel) demeanour.

River knows that. She knows where he is in his timeline. She knows that, despite how much he flirts with her (and he flirts with her A LOT), he is not her husband, not yet the man that loves her and he's not even the man that knows her. So why does his short goodbye confuse her?

Because this small line tells us that not only have they been dating (from his perspective) between DOTM and AGMGTW but they've been dating physically. To River, this short-fuzed ball of trust-issues is essentially not only her husband but also her actual boyfriend.

Meaning that the Doctor, before he became the doting idiot husband we saw in TATM/TNOTD and even before he knew who she was, never dropped her off after a date without at least (!) kissing her goodbye.

And I'm really putting the emphasis on never because River would otherwise not risk asking for a kiss, if there had been any doubt in her mind that this Doctor isn't a Doctor she had been dating. So what does that tell us?

Despite how much this fandom likes to paint the picture of the evil River who forced herself on the Doctor, she is never the one to initiate (physical) intimacy. She expected to be kissed, she expected the Doctor to kiss her because that's what the Doctor does. Husband or not.

And it's so ingrained in their relationship that even when he showed his honest confusion, River assumed he must be acting coy on purpose to get *her* to kiss *him* for once. And well it worked, intentionally or not, River complied because why wouldn't she? It's what they do.

Until of course she is forced to realise that it might not be what they do for much longer. This was his first kiss; so she might not see the boyfriend version of her Doctor very often from now on, if at all.

But ignoring all the insanely depressing angst of how that scene ended, yes we saw an end for River but we also saw where the Doctor's pre-AGMGTW dating spree and thus the affectionate idiot began because he makes it quite clear that he's up for more. (pun intended)

I wish we could've seen more of their time together. Unfortunately 98% of it happens off-screen but the point of this thread is to show that, even if most of it is off-screen, the show has made the nature of their relationship and the nature of the Doctor's feelings very clear. Moffat's writing style is quick-paced and certainly assumes that the audience isn't too stupid to keep up. (wonder how that worked out) And small lines like these contain so much vital information that, for some people, it's easy to overlook. But all we need to know is right there. The Eleventh Doctor dated River prior to AGMGTW, definitely prior to TWORS; they've been intimate for two hundred (!!!!) years from his perspective before he married her and he is the one to initiate that intimacy. That's all. 🥰

original post on X by @/eIevenriver (who writes the bestest Doctor x River threads ever)

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paradox-n-bedrock · 6 months

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Welp, here I am crying over the Ood and Donna's loose curls and sad eyes and the song of the DoctorDonna carrying across the universe into forever.

It's already wild that once upon a time--for a very long time--we thought that song would be the only way they would be together.

And the Ood, to this day, may be my favorite aliens across any media. They're a telepathic hive mind and they're lovely and they're born with their brain in their hands.

Which... something something, my penchant for idolizing vulnerability to a fault.

#doctor who #doctor x donna #fourteenth doctor #tenth doctor #donna noble #doctordonna #i need to go to bed #but instead i am going insane #paradox liveblogs #dw musings

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sunburnacoustic · 4 days

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I saw [Grace Jones] on ‘Later... with Jools Holland’ and she did this wind machine thing where the wind lifted her dress up. I'm not sure it would be any benefit to our career if I did that though.

—Matt Bellamy, a coward | NME Awards, 2009

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lyculuscaelus · 2 months

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Our Story (Fanfic)

Chapter 1 Promises

“Now, sing O Muses, of that brave boy Odysseïdes, Sparta has he visit'd, Pylos twice, with Athena the wise queen…”

“Stop it,” Telemachus giggled. “You’re acting like your father.”

“No, I’m not,” said Peisistratus. “You’re acting like your father.”

“No, I’m not,” said Telemachus. “Unlike him, I don’t have many deeds to brag about.”

“Doesn’t sailing for the first time count?” Peisistratus insisted. “And if you don’t like this song I can always make a new one for you.”

“No thanks, Peisis,” Telemachus said. “At least, leave it till my birthday.”

“That I can arrange,” Peisistratus replied, seriously.

And they locked their gazes for a long time, until Telemachus finally burst out laughing. Soon Peisistratus joined him, and their laughter quickly flooded the entire palace. It died down eventually, as the two young men slowly calmed down. Then Peisistratus started:

“I’m so glad you’re here, Tele. Had it been another usual day, I’d be hunting with my brothers in the fields. Not that I don’t like hunting, it’s just that I’ve so many things to talk about and my brothers always find them either boring or childish. You might be the only one I could chat with. Ah, I wish you could visit Pylos more often.”

“Yeah,” Telemachus nodded. “It feels like such a long time since we last met…has it been two years already?”

“One whole year plus nine months, to be exact.”

“Right, I’m not gonna doubt you. After all, you’re better with this than I am.”

“That’s about the time since your father returned home, yep.”

“Before he set out again, you mean.”

“He set out again? About when?”

Telemachus sighed. “About one year and eight months ago. Said it was something concerning a prophecy someone named Teiresias told him—”

“Teiresias? The Teiresias? But isn’t he already dead?”

“Yep. My father had visited the Underworld, literally.”

Peisistratus gasped. “What—Oh my, that was some nostos your father had. Anyway has he met any great hero there? Like Theseus? Or Heracles? Or even my brother Antilochus?”

“He saw your brother there alright,” said Telemachus. “And Heracles, who even talked to him…”

“That’s so sick!” Peisistratus exclaimed. “I wonder if we’ll be having an adventure like this in the future, say, just you and me, maybe plus someone else, I don’t know.”

“You know what? It would be great!” Telemachus blinked his eyes excitedly. Why have I never thought about it before? Hanging out with my friends? It’s such a great idea! And father is going to be proud of us…

proud…

He’s going to be proud, isn’t he?

Telemachus wasn’t so sure. He remembered basically everything in that day, when his father again departed from Ithaca, this time to somewhere unknown even to himself. He remembered that it was a sunny day, that the chanting of birds was glorious, that the sweet scent of olives was mesmerizing, that the airy dance of cloud was elegant. These he remembered well, but most vividly he could recall that very scene, that very conversation—

“Father, I want to come along,” he had said. “I want to be with you wherever you go, so we can at least share some thrills and fun together.”

“No, Tele,” his father had answered, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t bring you on board, not this time.”

“Why?” He had been so confused. “But I’ve always wanted to explore the worlds outside Ithaca, to see the giant oak in Dodona, the reputable land of Calydon, the seven gates of the famous Cadmea…I want to have an adventure, father. Just like you did.”

He remembered that look well. That look his father had gave him, those eyes with such agony, such sadness. Is it panic, panicking at the thought of his son following him down the miserable path that was meant for his own to take? Is it fear, fearing for the life and sanity of his son? Or is it sorrow, sorrowful over the naïve and innocent spirit of his 20-year-old son? Or is it pain, painful about the fact that he doesn’t even qualify as being a father, who never had the chance to see his son through the childhood, and hadn’t gotten to know this brave young man his son has become, before his fate was calling him to sail out again?

For a long time both of them didn’t speak, and the look was growing wearier and wearier and…it seemed as if another decade had passed inside his father’s mind, another decade filled with tribulations and torments. Telemachus couldn’t help but feel his regret. Regret that he ever said those words, regret that he wasn’t with his father when he needed him. The hands. He could feel his father’s hands gripping his shoulders tightly. But finally his father had lower the head, and sighed heavily. In a low voice, Odysseus had begun. “Tele, you have to understand. This cruel world is not as entertaining as it may seem, or sound in those tales. It’s dangerous out there, filled with monsters, storms, ruthless gods, and…and things that can go beyond your very imagination. Things that are so terrible, so overwhelming…”

He hadn’t finished the sentence, instead he was choked with sobs, and Telemachus had felt so guilty, and so helpless. But he had tried his best to withhold his tears, and had started to comfort his father. “Then I’ll face them bravely, father, like you would do. Like a true son of Odysseus would do.” Telemachus had put up with a smile. “As a true Odysseïdes.”

“Oh Tele…” Odysseus had moaned with tears. “Oh…for ten years I haven’t seen your face, in one month I haven’t gotten to know you better, but look, what an undaunted man you have become, when I’m away!” Finally, he had cracked into a smile. “Yes, that’s my boy!” He had said with sincere happiness, though the pain was still present in his voice. But at least, Odysseus had smiled.

And Telemachus had exhaled with relief.

“Father,” he had continued. “I wouldn’t insist if you really don’t want me along, but I need to know where you’re going, what you’re going to do, and how long I should wait for your return. Could you please tell me, just for mom’s sake and mine?”

And Odysseus had nodded. “Don’t worry about your mother, Telemachus. Penelope knows about this, and you have every right to know it as well.” He had stopped, and looked towards the western sky. As Telemachus followed his gaze, Odysseus continued. “Do you remember the story I’ve told you, about that prophet Teiresias in the Underworld? I had asked him about my fate, and he had answered:

‘…When someone else runs into you and says you've got a shovel used for winnowing on your broad shoulders, then fix that fine oar in the ground there, and make rich sacrifice to lord Poseidon with a ram, a bull, and a boar that breeds with sows. Then leave. Go home, and there make sacred offerings to the immortal gods…’

“So you see, Telemachus, I don’t know where I’ll go to, but I know what I’ll find. It may be a long voyage, or it may be short. Who knows? But I’m going anyway, because I am Laërtiades, son of the honorable Laërtes—one of the legendary Argonauts.”

“I see,” Telemachus had said. “The blood of dauntlessness runs deep in our family.”

“Precisely.” Odysseus had laughed proudly. “You, my son, will also share this honor, in the future perhaps, when you take on a journey of your own, and build your fame with your own feats. But today, the journey is mine to undertake, and with the blessing of the prophet, I’m very certain that I will make it home again.”

“Okay.” With a serious face, Telemachus had nodded. “Then I’ll try not to surpass you.”

They were both grinning when an owl started to whoop from the forest.

“Wait, dad,” Telemachus had suddenly called. “If not this time, then when?”

Odysseus had given him a slight smile. “When I return, son, I shall take you to Dodona, where the oaks are august; then we’ll visit Calydon, where twenty two heroes had once gathered to slay that giant boar; then we shall go to Thebes, where twice had the Argives waged war against, one of them being the father of a king whom I have befriended; and then,” Odysseus had patted Telemachus’s right shoulder. “Then I will bring you to Pylos again. And know that I won’t be gone for long. This is a promise.”

“Swear it on the river of Styx?”

“I swear it, on the river of Styx.”

Gradually, Telemachus had returned the smile. “Thank you, dad.” He had said, voice cracked with the bittersweet taste in his throat. “Thank you so much.”

He remembered the hug, the kiss, and the departure of his father clearly. He remembered how often he had doubted that whether his father would ever make it back again. He remembered that worried look of his mother, who had often stood by the shores of Ithaca, waiting, waiting. But he also remembered, that Odysseus had made a promise.

And here they were, in Pylos again, weren’t they?

And it only took him eight months, didn’t it?

So, there’s nothing to worry about. After all, there’s nothing that can waver the resolve of Odysseus’s homecoming. And thus he shall always return. Always.

All because of his love, and his promise.

Telemachus nodded to this fact. Love, and promise. That’s what my father was proud of. And if I have found the courage to love, to make a promise, then will Odysseus be proud of me, even with the knowledge that I may travel afar, likely into an ocean of danger, and a sea of trouble?

Then will we get to have our adventure, and get back safely? Will we get to tell our tales, and make our own story?

So to Peisistratus he said these words, with all his heart:

“And I’m sure we will. Of this I give you my promise.”

#It has stayed in the drafts for days #it’s on discord now but since I did this on tumblr might as well post it #greek mythology #tagamemnon #odysseus #telemachus #pisistratus #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #epic the musical #I’ve thought about all the chapters and yes you’re gonna see many familiar places and people #Imma explain chap 1 here a little bit #Sing O Muses? Had to be done #And it’s in dactylic hexameter #One sad thing is that Ody cannot stick around until he made that sacrifice for Poseidon #Ody staying for one month is actually from his own idea (when he was still a Cretan who claimed to know himself)#And dw the course has been plotted using three maps #I’ll calculate the time later on cuz Imma try sth like the Captain’s Log recording #Oh and the winions are considered real here #so it’s also an epic fanfic lol #I’ll see how far I can go

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janeyre · 6 months

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so absolutely obsessed with how before the specials we all were like “haha cant wait to see how rtd is gonna break our hearts with the doctor and donna this time!!” and instead we got the purest form of love and healing for BOTH of them TOGETHER

#we got fed so well god bless #rtd renaissance #doctor who #musings #fourteen #donna noble #dw spoilers

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