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No one is "born lesbian." We watched those Pixie Hollow movies as kids and they warped our young minds. Obviously.
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Secret of the Wings (2012)
@lgbtqcreators creator bingo — color
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David Tennant, filmed & posted on TikTok by BAFTA! doesn't he just look WONDERFUL???
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feat my beloved sketchbook nobody can stop me...
And of course a happy birthday to Michael Sheen 💙
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The Good Omens book in the Good Omens show. :)🥰❤
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TENDONNA!AU — in an effort to escape the weeping angels, donna ends up being the (un)lucky companion that gets stuck with a fobwatched doctor in london in the early 90’s.
trouble arises when whatever story the tardis gave john smith had him believe he was engaged to donna (oh no)
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ok, the kiss on the hand, the kiss on the head, the hugs. everything is very tender and I love it.
But is anyone talking about how the Doctor stops himself from blaming Donna for the cafe accident? …I mean, come on. It's very nice of him not want to blame her or just not tell her. Like he stops him self and says “sorry”.
this 14 Doctor doesn't want to see Donna sad. he just wants her to be okay. and he knows how much Donna blames herself for being a little dumb at times. and the Doctor remembers very well how those words stay in Donna's mind. How she spends all her time telling herself how stupid she is. and he doesn't want that for her.
I think that tortured him for many years. That she couldn't see how brilliant she is. and obviously how much he loves her.
So in this chapter we can see how He lets all the affection he has for Donna show. He will never hide it anymore.
from holding on to blaming her for the coffee, apologizing when he mentions it. and obviously calm her down when she's about to break down and obviously at the end they're both in shock from what they just went through and he can't take it anymore and kisses her head. I think that was not for Donna, but for himself. he needed to do it. knowing that she is there save with him and that he almost lost her.
They love and appreciate each other so much. I really love their dynamics, their jokes and how they annoy each other. … they are the best. the best duo!
Btw sorry for the bad English, the traductor is a trash. Sometimes
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Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve.
Doctor Who: The Doctor and Donna Noble spending Christmas together
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Tatennant alert! Catherine tells how she wasn't able to come to the table read of the Runaway Bride, so the first scene she and David ever did together was actually the rooftop scene. And immediately after the producer watching it back said it was magic.
He was looking at her like that in their first scene ever. I'm emotional 💘
(Very nice interview overall, btw)
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no thoughts just the doctors face watching donna do sciency things after the doctordonna is restored
HE'S JUST SO HAPPY!! and PROUD!! and in awe and disbelief that HIS BEST FRIEND IS BACK!!
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doctor who(2023)/much ado about nothing(2011)
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there was once a wizard who was obsessed with a young man. there was nothing particularly special about him- he was no prince, no sorcerer, nothing of note. but he was beautiful and alluring, sweet and kind. the wizard coveted him, was obsessed with no one else laying eyes upon him.
the wizard invited the boy to his tower and offered him to stay the night, so that he would not have to travel home in the night. but he placed a spell on the young man. he was trapped, unknowing how the time passed. he could know his memories, understand that he had to wash his blankets in the morning, but he could never comprehend that he had been in the tower far too long.
it was not for lack of luxury. he had fur blankets and any hobby he could think of pursuing. he wanted for nothing- the wizard’s magic made it so.
and as such he remained, painting, quilting, carving, for decades. he could not know it, but birthdays passed. his youth remained while time moved on, while the wizard grew old and died, while the forest overgrew the tower and the world forgot about him.
that is, until a new wizard attempted to piece together the magic of the ancient kingdom lost. he could sense magic, deep in the forest; magic he could learn from, perhaps?
tangled in ivy and deep in the old forest, this new wizard finds the remnants of a tower wall. vials that were once brimming with potion lay shattered underneath rotted shelves, and books waterlogged by years of weather barely cling onto their bindings.
but the magic is not here. it is up the stairs. up toward the light of the sky above the canopy, up and into stone that becomes pristine as he climbs, torches that illuminate brighter the closer he gets, until there is a door with polished metal hinges.
he knocks, and the door opens.
“oh!” says the boy, confusion crossing his eyes. “i thought you were the wizard. are you his apprentice?”
“pardon me?” the young wizard says, but he’s tugged into the warm room and the door closed behind him.
“or are you here to take me back home? he said he’d get me an escort.”
“i don’t-“
“shh, don’t worry,” says the boy, dropping to the bed next to the wizard. “it doesn’t matter. i’m happy to have the company.”
“how long have you been waiting?”
the boy leans forward and presses a shy kiss to the wizard’s shoulder.
“far too long, i’m sure. i’ve missed having company.” he lifts a hand to trace the forehead, temple, cheekbones of the wizard. “i can’t help but miss some things more than others.” the wizard swallows. dryly.
“what things?” he says, and the boy laughs.
“things that a handsome man like you must be more than capable of bestowing,” he says, scooting a bit closer. “can’t i have desires?”
“you can,” says the wizard. he knows he shouldn’t- something is happening here. something magical, and ancient. something he couldn’t understand. but this boy in front of him, this man out of time… he was handsome, and warm. he was like a nymph, a young god, and he wanted… wanted…
“can’t i desire you?”
“you can,” says the wizard, breathless. with just that much permission, the nymph throws him to his back, straddling his hips.
“i can have you?” asks the nymph, and the wizard nods. like he had been released from bonds, the nymph undresses them both, strong and nimble alike, tossing it all from the bed. he whines at just the touch of their skin together, the wizard’s hands on his hips, his body beneath him.
his hips rock slowly, more insistently pressing them together, teasing whimpers from them both. with ease he sits up and slides them together, his head dropping back with how it feels to be full. he hasn’t had this in… a long time. it overcomes him, and he can’t help himself, fucking himself full, whimpering and gripping down onto the wizard’s hips beneath him. his breath hitches and his thighs quiver- he can’t help it, his panting overtakes him and he collapses onto his lover’s chest.
“tired?” the wizard asks as he tucks a lock of hair back. the nymph nods and whimpers, shivers racking through his body. “you haven’t even cum and you’re this wrecked? cute.” he strains his neck to kiss his lover’s forehead before tossing them both over. he is even more radiant on his back, soft hair splayed on the pillow and jaw slack with moans as he gets fucked, deeper and faster. one hand grips a pillow behind him while his other digs into his lover’s back.
“please,” he whimpers, legs lifting, thighs trembling. “please, please, please.” he says it over and over, until the sounds lose their meaning, the vowels disappear, he only hisses out the end of the plea as he whimpers. the wizard presses harder, holding his lover down, pulling him close, making his voice bounce. it builds as he thrusts, fucking until he feels his lover cry out and clamp down around him. he spills deep inside, lowering himself down onto the nymph’s chest as they ride it out together, bucking and whimpering.
“withhold,” breathes the nymph, a soft laugh making his chest bounce. at once, the wizard remembers just what has befallen the man, his little turn of phrase one that had fallen out of fashion a long time ago.
“i’m gonna take you home,” he says, drinking in the magic in the air. “you don’t belong here.”
“i’ll go anywhere you want to take me.”
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