once-upon-all-of-space-and-time:

We all have that one OTP that we just can’t read explicit smut about.

blackhawkinbudapest:

“Come on you have to be able to give us something on Black Widow, something no one else knows…” 

Natasha looked up as the talk show host said her name. She’d been absently listening to Clint’s interview, more focused on her paperwork than anything else. It was only on in the background so that when he got home and asked her about it she could say she watched it. 

“Well, I guess I could tell you something since I know Tasha and I know she won’t be watching…” Clint’s mischievous grin graced his face and Natasha crawled closer to the screen. 

“Don’t do it Clint…” She murmured under her breath. 

“She’s scared of spiders. Ironic I know but last night there was the smallest spider you’ve ever seen in the bathroom and she squealed like a little girl.”

The audience laughed and Natasha’s eyes narrowed. 

“You are so dead” She murmured to herself, glaring at Clint’s stupid grin on  screen. 

“The widow is scared of Spiders?! Well I’m sure you were there to rescue her!”

“Oh I was. I always am.” He nodded, shrugging his shoulders and making some woman in the audience scream. 

“And if she is watching right now?” The host asked Clint, who winced like it hadn’t actually occurred to him. 

“Well… let’s just say I’m sleeping on the couch for the next week.” He chuckled to himself. 

“More like the next month.” Natasha grumbled, flicking the TV off with a snap. 

professortennant:

I put it to you guys to send me your all-time favorite fics and here’s what I received! I put everything you guys sent me!

There are fics for the following fandoms:

• Supernatural (Destiel and Gen Team Free Will)          
• Harry Potter (Harmony, Hinny, Jily, Drarry)
• Doctor Who (and DW crossover with Blackpool, Firefly, and Fables)
• Sherlock
• Merlin
• Bandom (MCR and Take That)
• NCIS
• Teen Wolf
• Les Mis (E/R)
• Pokemon
• Glee
• Comic Books (DC and Marvel)
• The Hobbit/LOTR
• Lizzie Bennet Diaries
• Labyrinth
• Phantom of the Opera
• Starkid/Starship
• Buffy
• Avatar:

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wellisnthatwizard:

When I look at this gif I think of Rose and the Doctor in Pete’s World

It’s been about a year since they crossed over together in Bad Wolf Bay

And after a lot of haranguing Jackie finally persuaded Rose to do a radio interview for Vitex for some extra money “You’ve got to earn a living somehow, sweetheart, seeing as you’ve got no job to go to.”  And she agreed to do the interview on the condition that the Doctor accompanied her.  It was a new experience for him, as he had never been interviewed by anyone before, and it took several hours of recording (involving no less than two different interviewers who left in a huff) to get it done, mostly because the Doctor kept trying to tell the producers exactly what they could do to improve the radio equipment, but also because he was unable to answer any question in less than fifteen sentences and a demonstration with visual aid (“No, Doctor, this is radio”).

But at the end of it, despite themselves, the producers and even the interviewer had become rather fond of the Vitex heiress’s eccentric companion.  As the interviewer thanked them for appearing, they both waved cheerily to the audience, Rose forgetting for the first time and the Doctor for the ninetieth that this was radio and they would not, in fact, be seen.

And then they must have remembered they were invisible, because they leaned in to each other.  Rose hesitated, realizing abruptly the producers and interviewer were still watching; the Doctor, on the other hand, decided that after nine hundred years of waiting, he couldn’t have cared less who saw.  And the production team all smiled privately to themselves. 

havelizzieanddarcykissedyet:

Day 96

Their wedding is in a couple of months and Darcy still isn’t sure what they’re doing for the first dance. Or what song it’ll be to. In fact, he’s not even certain if they’re actually having a first dance.

He’s considered asking about it for a while, but something always came up. The first barrier was Lizzie’s mother and Darcy’s aunt having a disagreement over what kind of wedding cake would be most appropriate. That had left the bride-to-be in a state of frustration whilst exclaiming “isn’t it our wedding?!” as the grown women continue to send her e-mails about what colour theme they think would be best and where Lizzie should get her jewellery. Then something went wrong with the flower arrangements. Darcy almost sees Lizzie’s dress, but he’s shoved out of the apartment by his sister and his future sisters-in-law in less than a nano second, leaving him standing alone and confused in the hallway. Next, someone had forgotten to send back a reply to say whether or not they could come to the wedding. And most recently, Lydia is demanding to sit next to Gigi at the meal after the ceremony, even though Lizzie has had to rearrange the seating plan five times already.

(“Well, at least we both know that we’re not getting married for the benefit of bearable in-laws.”)

He brings it up when he feels like things have calmed down enough - for five minutes, at least. Lizzie joins him on the couch; her hair damp from a shower and wearing one of his hoodies that’s adorably too big for her. And then Darcy blurts it out: “Arewehavingafirstdance?”

Confusion and surprise cross her face, and Darcy tries not to flush as he repeats it again - slower this time, more concise. She gives him a small half smile and mumbles “Of course. If you want to, that is-“

“I do. Aren’t you worried that it’ll end up with the same label that our first encounter has been deemed?”

“No, not really. I’ve grown to like awkward.” Lizzie grins and kisses his cheek when she realises he’s not convinced.  She’ll stand and pull him up with her, wrapping her arms around him and leaning her head against his chest. “Tell you what, we can practice. On the condition that you can’t tell my fiancé. He might get jealous.”

He’ll grin as they start to sway. “Deal.”

professortennant:

His phone goes off and he growls, narrowing his eyes and jamming at buttons and muttering about, “Stupid fucking technology” and “Bloody Billie Piper” because she’s done it again.

Can feel but I can’t touch
Can never get too much
I hear you loud and clear
I’ve got nothing to fear
Your love will be my guide
I’ve never been this satisfied
It’s something deep inside

Her voice comes out strangely robotic and impossibly loud from his cellphone and he can’t make it stop. He gives up and storms out of his trailer and across set, the phone still going on. The crew and some of the extras are staring at him unabashedly and sniggering into their hands.

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experimentingwithbackcombing:

So this is Pete’s world, obviously, and in this universe, Blockbuster is still relevant, but that’s not the point.

Rose notices he’s been acting strangely.  He slips out at night after he thinks she’s gone to sleep.  She pretends not to notice.  He’s out for less than an hour and he returns to bed as if nothing is amiss.  She wants to think that he’s just gone into the living room to watch telly, but when she hears the click of the front door, she knows he’s left the flat.

And during the middle of the afternoon, too, she’ll notice his absence, but he always comes back with something from the shops: biscuits, tea, Toblerone, milk, Persil, so she can’t exactly accuse him of doing anything suspicious.

And she knows, knows he’d never cheat on her.  She would never doubt him, but then, she knows he’s not telling her something, and she isn’t sure how to ask what it is. The old her would simply ask, or pester him until he relented, but now he has a certain delicateness about him that she doesn’t want to damage.  It isn’t that he’s any less the Doctor, but the awareness of his mortality has changed him in a way she’s never let herself have an opinion about.

So she follows him one afternoon, and she feels silly and guilty and halfway down the block she almost turns around, but he walks into an internet cafe and sits down, his hood pulled up.  And he looks around, and she’s about to assume the worst.  For a second she’s ready for her world to shatter, that this is something horrible, something more unfathomable than all of the unfathomable things she’s ever seen during their time together.

But then the screen lights up, and she’s caught midway between a sob and a snort of laughter as she sees Guilds of the Mist glow across the screen.

She promptly turns around and walks back to their flat, laughing so hard she’s practically crying.  Leave it to the Doctor to discover online role-playing games.

So later, when he has a mouthful of noodles from the Chinese takeout they ordered, she asks him if he’s a level five mage or the guild warlock.  He chokes and turns bright red, and she simply laughs, making a stab at his cashew chicken while he’s distracted.

To the three anons in my ask telling me how gross and wrong RPF is. I won’t explain myself any further, I’ve already talked about it. If you don’t like the fact that I’ve written RPF, I tag everything and you can TS it. But please, if you don’t like a thing or agree with a thing, please don’t come into someone’s ask who clearly likes the thing and shame them, pls and thank 

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havelizzieanddarcykissedyet:

Day 95

“Do you think they would’ve liked me?”

It’ll take Darcy a second to register the words coming out of Lizzie’s mouth. He’ll be so focused on the graves of his parents that the question will suddenly throw him back into reality and catch him off guard. He’s never cried by looking at the graves - he simply couldn’t the first time because he had to be strong while Gigi shed enough tears for everyone there - yet he can’t help but feel numb all over. So much so that he can barely feel the way Lizzie’s hand squeezes his tighter when they place the flowers over the dirt.

He’ll wrap an arm around her, kiss her temple and then rest his forehead there, squeezing his eyes shut. This is the first time he’s taken her here, and she agreed to go the moment he asked for her company. Darcy knows this is another barrier she’s knocked down. The closer they become the more entangled their lives are, and Darcy wonders for a split second if maybe his parents could only die one way: together.

“Lizzie,” Darcy would say earnestly, trying to figure out what to say, because he still has trouble explaining things well. Of course they would’ve liked her. Who wouldn’t? They would’ve adored her, because she made him happy. Because she was special. Because she was the first person who made Darcy want to be the best version of himself possible.

He won’t notice he’s crying until Lizzie brushes a tear away with the back of her hand. He’ll open his eyes and smile a little, unsure how to explain how he’s feeling, but certain he has the correct answer to her question: “They would’ve loved you from the second they saw you.”

professortennant:

I put it to you guys to send me your all-time favorite fics and here’s what I received! I put everything you guys sent me!

There are fics for the following fandoms:

• Supernatural (Destiel and Gen Team Free Will)          
• Harry Potter (Harmony, Hinny, Jily, Drarry)
• Doctor Who (and DW crossover with Blackpool, Firefly, and Fables)
• Sherlock
• Merlin
• Bandom (MCR and Take That)
• NCIS
• Teen Wolf
• Les Mis (E/R)
• Pokemon
• Glee
• Comic Books (DC and Marvel)
• The Hobbit/LOTR
• Lizzie Bennet Diaries
• Labyrinth
• Phantom of the Opera
• Starkid/Starship
• Buffy
• Avatar:

74 FICS IN THIS LIST!

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