#elialys

WHAT KIND OF REPUTATION DO I HAVE???

although to be fair, i reblogged this gifset just two days and put it in the thrust thrust tag 😂😎😇

listen, i!!!! still remember watching this episode on my commute to my english class and running to tumblr afterwards and seeing you tagging it as "thrust thrust" i can't look at this scene and not think about you

hiiii (as if i could pick any other one for you?!?? 🫵)

In your ribs, I see more than bones (something lost, I had long ago) I will tread down a lonesome track I remember the first words that you ever said, buried soft like seeds deep in my chest I can’t be the only one who’s lonely tonight Here, I’ll forgive my thoughts now

(OLIVIA DUNHAM WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY ABOUT IT)

SECRET CITY (2016 - 2019) | 1.01 "A Donation to the Struggle"

Where are everyone’s hands? Can a body bend like that? Is that actually sexy and romantic or just super uncomfortable? Is that sensual or just ticklish? Where are your hands? How does one sexily remove clothes? How much spit is in your mouth right now? Did you just clack your teeth together? Surely those noises are not sexy? WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING HANDS???

Send help 🥹

Sincerely,

couldn’t stop thinking about this scene for some reason 🕺🏻

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s02e09 The Satan Pit, Hurt/Comfort, 'I almost lost you' kind of trope, Romance, First Time, Secret Santa, Post-Coital Cuddling Summary:

"As Rose stares back at him and more seconds pass slowly, almost sluggishly, the potent energy that comes with their most recent ‘I’ve almost lost you’ scare pulses between them, embedding them both with a pull that feels almost magnetic.

Rose blames that pull for soon finding herself in his arms again, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, his embrace as strong as it’s been every other time he’s hugged her today. She doesn’t mind this mutual clinginess, all too happy to reciprocate, even if her feet don’t leave the ground, this time; there is no laughter either, only the tight hold of his arms around her, her fingers clenching the fabric of his jacket, revelling in that tangible proof that he is here."