star trek is great because the episode i watched last night was like: have we as humans progressed to the point where there is no longer any need for gods/faith? maybe the only thing we can and should have faith in now is each-other.
And then the episode i watched today was like: yeah so kirk has this bitch computer son thats weirdly sexist? and then kirk tells his computer son to kill himself and he and spock stick bombs to it and fling it out the window and then spocks like wow captain that sure was a great display of logic when you molotov cocktailed your bitch computer son out the window and kirks like yeah i ate that fr
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Y’all I swear be nice this is my first one…
Twelfth Doctor x reader
12th Doctor x F!reader
~ 700 words
Warning: nothing else than fluff 💕
Wrote that at 4am ⚰️
As I said this is my first fanfic and my first language isn’t English so yyyyeeeeaaaahhhahsh
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“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Why?”
“Thank you for the day. It was amazing, one of the most amazing day in my human lifetime.”
“Because you have an alien lifetime?”
“Possibly. I wish so.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did, honestly.”
She looked at him, dangerously sinking into his eyes.
“What are you eyes made of?”
He didn’t really wondered why she asked him that.
“Probably star dust, like yours.”
“I assume that this stardust was from a beautiful blue nebulae.”
There was a barely visible blush that landed on his cheeks.
“Why are you doing this to me.”
She looked down.
“I want you to like me so you take me again for the cool space trips,” she said, totally honest.
She looked away, trying to not feel his eyes on her before talking again:
“You are so mysterious. I like that about you, you know?”
He stepped a little closer.
“What is so mysterious about me?”
She looked up at his face and searched with her eyes.
“Everything about you is strangely beautiful. But the hair are helping a lot.”
He slightly grinned.
“Are they?”
“Yes, they look like they’re kind of space magic. Magic hair for the outer space man.”
All of a sudden, she noticed that her heart was almost beating out of her chest. Must have been the peacefulness that the Doctor emanated that kept her unaware of everything else.
He seemed to be so above all this, like if he could control the situation; yet he let it slowly stream, and she felt like he wouldn’t say a word of what he thought. Because both of them were intensely hiding, all their lives, what their hearts language could say, but that only their eyes could really share.
He slowly reached for her hand, letting her the chance to step back. His were cold and she felt a shiver quietly breezing every atoms of her body.
“It’s 4 in the morning and you’re getting sleepy. You don’t mean what you say”, he breathed.
It’s true. She has the unfortunate tendency to act and feel drunk when she’s tired. But that couldn’t really interfere with her emotions, either then making them feel duplicated, but she always handled it.
“I know. I’d say yes at everything you’d ask me for. That’s concerning.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“It is.”
She decided that she’d look up into his eyes until he’d look away.
“But I like it.”
But he didn’t even flinch or not even close to, and she was about to give up when he gently stepped closer and cupped her cheek in his hand, his cold fingers on her warm skin like snowflakes.
“You do?”
The few inches gap between their faces was painful, and it was impossible to tell what he was doing. He was the orchestra director, and she was waiting for his next move to know what to do.
Her eyelids closed.
The time stopped when their lips connected.
He softly placed his other hand on her waist like he didn’t wanted her to go, and his other hand was holding her face like if she was made of glass.
Her heart was fluttering more than ever, but she was only focused on the body gap closing between them as he grabbed her waist. Their lips parted slightly, and she could feel his two hearts, also beating fast and unsynchronized.
“Why are you doing this to me,” he repeated in the kiss.
She got on her tip toes and put her arms around his neck and one hand in his hair (finally, she waited so long), and they were softer than she had thought.
This could have lasted forever, but he felt that she was getting out of breath and quietly pulled away.
They heavily breathed, enlaced, sharing each other’s the body warmth.
She kissed the time lord. She was in love with the serious, frowning man who looked so sad sometimes.
He kissed the earth girl. He felt his hearts melting for her, even if he tried to escape this fate.
She didn’t talk, she just embraced him and placed her head in the crook of his neck.
“You have such cold hands”
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My babe 🤲💕💕💕
🎶Happy Cacofonix Saturday🎶 Here are some Acting Chief Cacofonix scenes from The Secret of The Magic Potion for your daily Cacofonix needs.
"As acting chief of our dear village, I'll take this opportunity to express how ✨proud✨ I am to be...uhh, umm... "
"On my command-!"
"My mom says that if you're too bossy she'll make you eat your flutes."
"And we haven't had our cookies and milk!"
"Don't panic, don't panic!"
"...of course, given the circumstances, a little panic might be in order."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!Good. Now, are we sure we are out of magic potion?"
"We're coming with you!"
"Way too dangerous Kiddix! But you're a brave boy. And there will come a day, sooner than you think, when you'll be telling a younin' like yourself that he must stay safe and you'll be the one to-"
"Take shelter on the double!"
"Yes chief Cacofonix!"
"Don't you "chief Cacofonix" me!"
"The burden of responsibility resting upon the shoulders of the chief is considerable. And that there is what made me understand that my career as a vocalisto was tremendously useful as a background..."
🌼 He treated his responsibility to be acting chief so seriously, I love him so much. He deserves the world. His presence is tremendously useful to us all, thank you for attention 🌼
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