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professor river song, archaeologist. currently residing in leadworth. don't be afraid to talk to me sometime, i don't bite. well, not hard.

((independent post-library river song rp blog. single-verse. slightly au.))

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starlightinhiswake:

[Text:] How are you, my dear? Tell me about your day. You’ve taken to residence in my thoughts.

[text] as well as I can be, my love. enjoying a little nightcap before what promises to be a gruelling work week - the day was entirely unremarkable without the likes of you to stir things up, unfortunately. hoping your day was more exciting? 

Put “You’re a monster!” for my character’s reaction.

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#ye why not #meme;

starlightinhiswake:

[He chuckles, softly, at the lovely sound she makes; almost as lovely as River herself.]

Well. Y’certainly don’t have anything contrary t’say about my hands. [Finished with her shoulders for now, the Doctor slides his touch to her neck; one hand brushing away her curls while the other dutifully massages the soft skin.]

Mm. I daresay you needed this, [he comments, remarking upon the tightness he’s finding and trying to work away.]

Your hands are perfect. [There’s a fierceness to the way she says it, and she believes it with every ounce of her being. There is literally nothing in the entire universe better than the Doctor’s hands right now - not even the finest wine, not even the darkest chocolate can compare. He’s right - she did need this.]

Probably. Ooh - mm. [She arches into the touch with another little sound, and it feels so good it practically hurts. Not that she’d dare complain.] Aren’t I a lucky girl?

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starlightinhiswake:

[Text]: Hey, you.

[text] hello, sweetie xx

starlightinhiswake:

[With River’s eyes closed, he allows himself to chance a shy smile. The Doctor had been a little nervous about suggesting this, and is very glad he managed to summon the nerve. Seeing his wife pleased and comfortable like this is wonderful. She certainly deserves it.]

Careful, now. It’ll go straight t’my head. You’re makin’ that ‘he’s so hot’ face y’make, [he flirts, blatantly. He’s kneading the muscles in her shoulders now, working out the tight knots he finds.]

[She rolls her eyes, knowing he can’t see it with the way her face is half pressed into the pillows - but apparently he can see enough, because she has to school her features into a more suitable expression… one as far away from the ‘he’s so hot’ face as possible.]

I absolutely am not. [It’s all she can manage before an honest-to-god whimper escapes her lips, a grimace flashing across her face. She hadn’t even known she was so tense, but lord did that feel good.] 

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starlightinhiswake:

[After rolling the sleeves of his button up to his elbows, the Doctor moves to the bedside table to retrieve the aforementioned lotion. Bottle in hand, he returns to River’s bedside and pops the cap, squeezing some into his hands and setting the bottle aside.]

Y’just lay there and relax, [he says, mostly because he’s afraid she might be able to hear his hearts hammering in his chest they’re so loud. His palms find either side of her spine, right above River’s hips and he slides his hands up to her shoulder blades, applying pressure along the way. He repeats this and repeats it again, using fluid, steady strokes.]

How’s that feel?

[She watches him out of the corner of her eye, actually a little bemused. Things like this don’t often happen between them, not lately, so it’s a pleasant surprise - but a surprise all the same. This casual intimacy isn’t entirely foreign, but it might as well be, and as delighted as she is she’s very nearly hesitant as well.]

I’ll try my best. [In the end, River doesn’t have to trythe first touch of the Doctor’s hands has her sinking into the mattress with a heavy sigh, eyes sliding shut.] Ooh - so good, sweetie. God, you’re a saint.

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xthemutegirl inquired:

[text] Hope everything's good..wherever you are.

xthemutegirl:

nowtheresaspoilerforyou:

[text] everything is fine - or as fine as it can be.

[text] how are you?

[text] i’m fine i guess

[text] i’m surprised you even answered

[text] that’s good

[text] of course i did. why wouldn’t i?

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#xthemutegirl

meet the mun;

  • NAME: brodi
  • ALIAS[ES]: birdie, brods, b-dawg (i wish i was kidding)
  • GENDER | SPECIES: female | human
  • PLACE OF BIRTH: markham, ontario
  • SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english
  • OCCUPATION: student
  • DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: ye | no | no
  • LIKE[S]: reading, writing, harry potter, minecraft tbh
  • DISLIKE[S]: annoying ppl, ignorance, flossing
  • FEAR[S]: dentists, heights, needles
  • PERSONALITY TRAITS: really dorky and really gay
  • DISORDERS?: depression & anxiety!!

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

  • HAIR COLOR: ginger
  • EYE COLOR: hazel
  • HEIGHT: 5’10”
  • TATTOOS: none yet but im gona get one this month :0
  • PIERCINGS: just my left ear!

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

  • SIBLING[S]: a brother & a half sister 
  • PARENT[S]: mother & father
  • CHILDREN: nooooooo thank u
  • PET[S]: siamese cat named indy & shitty lil poodle named ruby

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

  • SEXUAL PREFERENCE: gayyyyyyyy as the fourth of july
  • RELATIONSHIP STATUS: taken af

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notchinny:

Why did it bother her so much? There was always custard lying about on the floor. She really should have been used to it by now. The Doctor was fairly certain that River was completely overreacting as he watched her leave. ”River… River, please where are you going?” The Doctor turned and followed her into the next room, still thinking that this was just a tad bit ridiculous. “Come on. It’s really not a big deal!”

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This was feeling very… Well… Very fight-y all of a sudden and the Doctor didn’t really know how to make it better. Sure he could clean up the custard, but what then? Would she find other things to argue about? Other things to criticize him for? No, he wasn’t going to let her win that easily. “River, you and I both know you’re only angry this time because you stepped in it. Isn’t that right? You’ve never cared where I leave my bowls of custard before today. The only thing different is that your foot came in direct contact with it.” His eyes wandered around the room, hesitating to tell her what he’d been wanting to say since the beginning. “Well… Maybe you need to… Watch where you’re going next time…”

Nowhere." Really, she just needed a bit of air - she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, and she was tired and cranky and still rather sore from their latest adventure (it had involved more physical combat than she’d expected, and running of course - in heels.) There was no helping her short temper, but really - she wasn’t the bad guy here. Was it really too much to expect him to tidy up, even a little? 

"That’s not the issue at all. It’s the principle of it, you buffoon, it’s the icing on the cake -“ 

If there was any chance of her letting it all slide, any chance at all, it evaporated the moment the Doctor finished his sentence. Her eyes narrowed. “I shouldn’t have to watch where I’m going,” she snapped, turning to face him again with her shoulders hunched high and her jaw set tight. “This isn’t a thing I should have to worry about at all! There are enough bloody issues with you and I, Doctor, the last thing I need is another problem - especially one this ridiculous! What grown man can’t clean up after himself? What is wrong with you?”

(Source: nowtheresaspoilerforyou)

xthemutegirl inquired:

[text] Hope everything's good..wherever you are.

[text] everything is fine - or as fine as it can be.

[text] how are you?

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#xthemutegirl #ask;

iceinherheart-kissonherlips:

favourite character meme

⇉ [1/4] relationships

River & Eleven:'The trouble is, it's all back to front. My past is his future. We're travelling in opposite directions. Every time we meet, I know him more, he knows me less. I live for the days when I see him, but I know that every time I do, he'll be one step further away. And the day is coming when I'll look into that man's eyes, my Doctor, and he won't have the faintest idea who I am. And I think it's going to kill me.'

notchinny:

"Oi! What was that for? We haven’t even determined if it was my custard on the floor yet!” The Doctor proceeded to wipe the custard from his pant leg onto the floor with his hand. “Anyway it could have been… The… Dog or… Something-” His sentence sort of trailed off into the next one just so River couldn’t interrupt by explaining that they didn’t have a dog. “Now, there are plenty of people who enjoy fish fingers and custard. Like er-…” The Doctor paused. Surely there was someone out there who liked the stuff, but who? He had to take a minute to think about this one.

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There just had to have been someone else that liked fish fingers and custard. It was so delicious, he couldn’t even understand why River didn’t like it. He thought for a second more, eyes shifting while his gaze was fixed to the ground, jaw clenched tight as if it was supposed to help him think.

The Ponds!

The Doctor shot straight up out of the chair, leaving both his fish fingers and his custard to plummet to the ground. He pointed at River. “Yes! That’s right. Amy and Rory, yes, them! They just love it!” Whether they actually enjoyed it or not was beside the point, but the Doctor remembered them eating it with him once, so they must have liked it a bit.

"The dog?" she exclaimed, disbelieving, and she almost almost laughed before he went barrelling on again. “Nobody likes this, Doctor. Nobody sane. And stop wiping it on the floor, you arse -“

Honestly, she probably should have expected this to happen. With a shout, she jumped back a foot to avoid the splatter of custard, and if she was cross before she was absolutely furious now. “They do not,” she hissed, now ineffectually wiping the custard from her shins with her feet. Wobbling on one foot like that didn’t do much for her intimidating stature, but her scowl was ferocious and if looks could kill, the Doctor would be nothing more than a heap on the floor. “You’re a liar, and a child, and if you don’t clean this up right now I’m going home.”

Giving up on the custard cleaning, she stormed past the Doctor towards the kettle, making sure to give him a good hard flick in the temple as she passes. Honestly.

(Source: nowtheresaspoilerforyou)

[x]

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starlightinhiswake:

Everything about the way he’s carrying himself is awkward; anxious, even, fidgeting and shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"I got these for you."

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"They’re yellow, like! Your hair. And! You’re also… you’re also both organisms?”

There’s only one word for how she feels right now, and it’s baffled.

"Thank you, sweetie," she manages, taking the flowers gingerly and holding them close. "They’re very beautiful. And what, may I ask, have I done to deserve such a lovely gift?"

starlightinhiswake:

[The Doctor can’t help but watch River, quietly admiring as she stretches upon the bed. He has enough presence of mind to realize he’s staring, at which point he busies himself with shrugging off his coat and taking off his boots. Still flustered, by the way, but very much looking forward to having his hands all over her.]

[He lingers at the side of the bed, a fingertip drifting down her spine with tenderness. Seems her bra might get in the way, but just considering asking if she wants to take it off makes him start to blush again— he can feel it. He’d hate to come off as presumptuous.]

D’you have any lotion, my dear? [He now has his palm spread against her back, following the previous trail of his fingertip.]

[The feeling of his eyes on her back is positively delicious, and she stretches out a little further, making a small noise in the back of her throat.]

I do. [She shivers at his touch, resisting the urge to arch into it. It occurs to her that she should probably lose the bra, and she will - eventually. With some effort, she props herself up on her elbows and nods towards the bedside table.] It’s in the top drawer.

[Her head drops when he touches her, and she sighs.] Mmm.

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