David/Billie RPF by me and Lauren (forever-as-it-should-be) because we love David and Billie and we’re a bit weird…
Based on this perfection
David paced back and forth on set, trying his best to get into character. Every time he was close, he heard a soft giggle from behind him.
He sighed and looked up at her, perched on some boxes. “Billie, stop it. I can hear you giggling under your breath. It’s distracting.”
She smiled, catching her tongue between her teeth. “I have no idea what you mean, David.”
He tried not to let his eyes fix on that adorable pink tongue of hers. He felt himself grow hard as he tried and failed to keep from staring at that smile he’d missed so much. He took a step towards her smiling wryly, “No, you know exactly what I mean and you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Billie smiled wickedly. Leaning down close to his ear, her hot breath scorched his skin as she whispered, “And what am I doing, Ten-inch?” She lightly nipped his earlobe, both praying no one would notice and desperately hoping someone would.
"Oh, Bills…" David said, breathless. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The scent of her sandalwood perfume made him impossibly harder. He wanted nothing more than to pull her down from the boxes and take her right there against them. Gently, his fingers caressed her calf.
He could do it. He knew just how, too. He would slide his fingers up her legs and under her dress. When he reached her waist, he would lift her up and pull her down, pressing her into the distressed wood. He would suck that tongue of hers into his mouth and explore every crevice of hers that he knew so well. Next, he would kiss his way down her neck and suckle her pulse point, not caring if he’d leave a mark. He’d push his leg in between hers and she’d start to move against him like she always did, creating delicious friction. And then, he’d—
Laughter behind him brought him out of his reverie. They were still on set. His eyes refocused on Billie. Immediately, he noticed her eyes were nearly black. She was thinking the same thing. He licked his lips.
"Something on your mind, Dave?" she asked and there was a challenge in her voice.
After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.
reblog or sarah’s lips will haunt you and give you bad luck for eight years
characters: ten x rose
“But that sounds so dangerous!” Rose said, hopping onto the captain’s chair as the Doctor approached the console, lifting a lever to set them into flight.
“Well, that’s the point!” he replied, skipping to the other side of the hexagonal dashboard to press a button, then returning to his original spot to flip a switch. “The Olympics was losing viewers like a sieve in the 27th century, they needed to spice things up a bit.”
“But throwing javelins blindfolded is just mad — what if it hit someone?”
“Ratings spike — pun absolutely intended.”
Chapter 6 is finally up! Sorry it took so long. I’ll write on 7 as soon as finals are finished in mid-December - but probably not before. SORRY!
Perfect post for the 50th
imagine how much david was fangirling during this scene
that’s his father in law
I imagine that some nights he wakes up with a huge smile on his face and just calls out “I MET THE DOCTOR!” and his wife turns over in bed half asleep and is just like, “you are the doctor now shush up and go to sleep.”
but the best part is that his wife is this doctor’s daughter
Tennant is literally living the Whovian dream. He was a fan, then became the Doctor, then married and is now related to a Doctor.
Do you think sometimes at family gatherings he looks other at Peter and giggles because his favourite doctor is his father in law.
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