more than anyone else, I like the Ayumi with me here now.
(might only have one heart now but the answer never changes)
I love my gay sons
Femslash prompt: how about Rose/fem!Nine and snuggles?
oh, they should move, the doctor thinks. humans need their sleep, and the jumpseat is riddled with holes and squeaky springs, and if she squints, she’s fairly certain post-adventure snuggles, however pleasant, fall squarely under the label of those most insidious domestics. but rose’s breathing has evened out, her shoulders relaxed, her heart hammering slowly against the doctor’s, and she’s so warm beneath the doctor’s jacket, and they just fit together so well, and…
the doctor sighs. five more minutes it is, then.
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A Cozy Comfort
Pairing: Thirteen x Rose
Rating: General Audiences
AO3 TS (when it is back up)
Rose tiptoed into the library and noticed the Doctor sitting in her new, old favorite wingback chair reading. Rose hadn’t seen it previous to this regeneration, but apparently it had also been a fixture in the TARDIS of both the seventh and eighth incarnations of her spouse.
Rose slipped her arms over the back of the chair and dangled them loosely around the Doctor’s neck. The Doctor glanced up at Rose with an easy smile. Rose couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward and capturing the soft lips of her wife. Both women sighed at the contact.
Rose straightened and walked around to the front of the seat. The Doctor closed her book and put it on the side table. She smiled at Rose. “What is it, love?”
Rose raised one of the Doctor’s arms and climbed onto her lap. The Doctor’s arms immediately tightened around Rose who rested her head on the Doctor’s shoulder. “This okay?”
“Cozy with you? I love it.”
Rose sparkling eyes met the Doctor’s. “Read to me?”
The Doctor grabbed her book. “Dickens?”
“Perfect.”
hey wanna see my three bulldogs in their christmas sweaters
god i really fucking do
here they are!!!
hoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Happy holidays, everyone! Here’s my gift for you, a small drawing of nine and his Rose. 💖
"i said i love you." any doctor/rose
‘What did you say?’‘Nothing.’‘Rose, whatdidyousay.’‘Said nothing.’‘Rooose.’‘Shut up.’
i know this was meant to be a fic but this just drew itself and told me ‘post me’ and who am i to argue …?
“Morning Snuggle” - Digital Oil Painting
A Hardy/Hannah snuggle for the @timepetalsprompts adoption drive. ^_^ I had to include Hardy’s blue jumper of sex. I just love how cozy they look. They’re sitting on the deck outside Hardy’s little blue house with the morning sun shining down on them.
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Memories of Apple Grass (Tentoo x Rose) *Corrected version
For @timepetalsprompts Autumn Fic Bingo squares “Jumpers” and “Apples”. This is a correction from my original post. That one somehow left off the first paragraph of the story!
It had only taken one look at Rose in her long jumper and leggings with the knee-high boots to make the Doctor wish he’d never had the idea to ask the rest of the Tylers along for their apple picking adventure. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep his hands off Rose.
Of course, her jumper choice sealed the deal. It was burgundy, with a v-neck, and she filled it out quite a bit better than he had ever done back in the days of big ears and leather. He supposed she’d done it on purpose because of the coy smile with the tongue she’d given him when he first saw her. However, it would be quite difficult to act on any of the thoughts he was having, with the family there as chaperones.
an endless collection of doctor who gifs : 1 / ?
For allegoricalrose, who wanted to see my Nine/Rose sleep headcanon visualized! Nothing like a nice, scribbly, adorable doodle to get you going for the day… unless said doodle looks sooooo comfy and you’d love to go back to bed and look that relaxed. T_T
stark week day vii - starks + direwolves
Amorous Amurs by marc-haegeman
He used to mess my hair and call me little s i s t e r.