The Cot.
River walked down the halls of the TARDIS, cradling her newborn daughter in her arms. Freya yawned and snuggled closer to her chest, making River beam with happiness.
“Oh, someone’s exhausted,” River whispered to the little girl.
She entered the nursery, where The Doctor was waiting for her. He stood by a worn but beautiful cot atop a platform, grinning from ear to ear.
“There’re my girls.”
“What do we have here?” River asked, approaching the cot. She looked up at her husband. “Sweetie, is that-“
“Yes, yes it is.”
“Your cot,” she breathed, staring down at the intricate gold detail and the glimmering star mobile. It was perfect.
“It’s Freya’s now,” The Doctor said. “Here, let me have her…”
River passed the infant to her husband. “Mind her head.”
“Hello gorgeous,” The Doctor cooed softly. He kissed his daughter’s head, and then lowered her into the cot. “Here we go, Freya. This is your bed. Yes, I know…it’s pretty cool.”
The baby yawned, squirming her tiny body as she did so.
River smiled down fondly at her little girl, and extended out a hand to adjust her blanket.
“I think she likes it,” The Doctor noted.
“Hmmm, yes,” River agreed, still watching her daughter, who was on the verge of drifting off to sleep. She looked like a precious little angel. Suddenly, tears began to well up in River’s eyes. She sniffed in an attempt to hold them back.
“What’s wrong?” The Doctor asked quietly.
“Hmm?” River glanced up at her husband for a moment, then back at the baby. “Oh, it’s just…”
“What?”
River sniffled once more, looking downwards to regain her composure.
“She’s so…beautiful,” River finally answered, smiling up at her husband, her eyes full of tearful joy.
“Yes she is,” The Doctor agreed. His hearts swelled with love and amazement as he gazed down at their daughter.
He felt River’s hand run on top of his. Her touch was affectionate and sensual: a touch of pure love. The Doctor lifted his hand and entwined his fingers with hers. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly. River hummed in approval, her love for her husband increasing with every moment.
“Professor Song,” The Doctor said, pulling his wife in close. He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I think we might just have the most beautiful daughter in the universe.”
“I love you,” she whispered to him, trying with all her might not to cry from happiness.
“And I you, Doctor Song,” her husband replied as he leaned in for a passionate kiss.
I ship:
Eponine and Enjolras
Eleven/River
Ten/Rose
Lizzie/Darcy
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its a metaphor on how easily it is to create life but at the same time equally easy.. to destroy it
i had to check and make sure that the last comment wasn’t made by john green
my timelord name is the Teacher…cool
reblog this and I’ll do my best to give you a cool timelord name
So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”
What if our actual lives involve saving the world with our friends and doing really epic stuff
but in this dimension we’re in someone’s high school AU fanfiction or something
well what a shitty fanfiction this is
it doesn’t even have smut
I find it comical when women think I care about
Stretchmarks
If one titty is slightly bigger than the other
Birthmarks
Fat areas
Bumps or discoloration
Cellulite
Sweat
Morning breath
Human flawsIf I have you naked in front of me and I am naked too, the only thing on my mind is where am I putting my mouth first
This turned me on
I need to like add this permanently to my blog, shit is too relevant
i love this
