M!A Status: Dirty Mind: Muse will have inappropriate thoughts for about 3 hours.
((Independent RP/ask blog for the tenth Doctor. I'll RP for any fandom, so don't be shy! If your looking for any threads it'll be in my tag allonsyiamthetenthdoctor))
The Doctor and The Ginger||nothingwewereevertrainedfor
allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:
Natasha looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re going to bring me to some strange planet and expect me to put away my gun?” she asked him. She wasn’t waving it around or anything and she was never stupid with her gun.
He nodded. “Yes, I do.” he replied. “Now put it away.” he repeated firmly.
Natasha stared at him. People didn’t just tell her to put her gun away. She put her gun in her holster and took a seat on the deck of the TARDIS. If she didn’t have her gun she wasn’t going to leave. She grimaced as she thought how if Clint was here he’d tell her she was pouting like a child. She wasn’t though, she was just making it clear where she was without her gun.
He raised a brow. “Oh, so now you’re just gonna sit there and… Pout?” he asked. “A whole new world is out there, and you’re pouting because you can’t use your gun. Okay.” she said. “Suit yourself.” he shrugged. He turned on his heel to walk out the door.
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i hate when you have the best reaction photo saved but you cant find the right post to use it on
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markssailingthecrisscolfership:
My dog looks like a fuzzy penis. That is all, bye.
i sat here laughing for like ten minutes
OH MY FUCKING GOD
(Source: pessi-misticc)
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BeefyKunoichi: Please take the time to call your local representative regarding this bill. Protect expression. Protect the internet.
(ooc) GUYS THIS JUST HAPPENED TO MY DASH. Yesterday I was was wondering what all this talk about the Internet bill was, and I thought it was small - BUT GUYS, TUMBLR STAFF IS NOW ASKING FOR OUR SUPPORT. SO…. I’M OFFICIALLY FREAKING OUT.
((Followers, you know what to do. Go, my legion!))
Do not ignore this. Do not scroll past. Take action.
PLEASE JUST DO IT.
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Sneaky Muse Hour! Ask the muse whatever you wanna know about the mun
(Source: kushinadattebane)
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I had to die. I didn’t have to die alone.
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The Doctor and The Ginger||nothingwewereevertrainedfor
allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:
“Right,” she replied, it wasn’t very helpful right now but she supposed he was trying. Still, another reason she had to add why she didn’t care for aliens on her ever growing list. Faulty technology. She pulled out her gun from the holster underneath her jacket as he said they were not on earth. She was not going out into a planet she had never been to without a gun in hand.
He looked at her. “Oi! Put the gun away.” he said. He walked over to her. “Now, please.” he added. “Never liked guns, and I won’t have ‘em aboard the TARDIS.”
Natasha looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re going to bring me to some strange planet and expect me to put away my gun?” she asked him. She wasn’t waving it around or anything and she was never stupid with her gun.
He nodded. “Yes, I do.” he replied. “Now put it away.” he repeated firmly.
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Your sign’s deepest secret.
wow astrology is real
this is so accurate it’s scary
got me pinned
How did it know?
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The Doctor and The Ginger||nothingwewereevertrainedfor
allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:
Natasha looked at the Doctor and smirked. “I rarely need to rely on someone else to keep me safe,” she replied. She went through her list of weapons on her person through her head. She had a gun, throwing knives, pepper spray, some tasers… Not to mention she was in perfect condition right now, making her body the perfect weapon.
“Alright, just trying to be of some help.” he muttered. He poked his head outside. “Okay… So not Earth…”
“Right,” she replied, it wasn’t very helpful right now but she supposed he was trying. Still, another reason she had to add why she didn’t care for aliens on her ever growing list. Faulty technology. She pulled out her gun from the holster underneath her jacket as he said they were not on earth. She was not going out into a planet she had never been to without a gun in hand.
He looked at her. “Oi! Put the gun away.” he said. He walked over to her. “Now, please.” he added. “Never liked guns, and I won’t have ‘em aboard the TARDIS.”
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The sex-themed Magic Anon list (All NSFW!)
- Sex Pollen: That tickle in the muse's nose? It's not hayfever, it's a pervy plant, and for the next (Anon decides) the muse is going to want to shag everything that moves. Especially if it moves in front of them.
- Marathon: For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some 'me time' every half hour no matter where they are or what they're doing for (anon decides). (Try not to get arrested!)
- Sensitivity: All of the muse is their new erogenous zone, and clothing does not. help this. for the next (anon decides)
- A sudden um...: For the next (anon decides) muse will suffer an impromptu orgasm every time (anon decides-breathing does not count) happens. It may be multiple things and it may utilize any sense, including time (IE every half hour)
- The urge: Whether or not they were aware of it before, the muse now has a mating season and it's open. For the next (anon decides) the muse will be driven crazy with the need to go forth and make babies or shag themselves exhausted trying.
- A gift: Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)
- Irresistible: There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.
- It's not the Midas touch: If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?
- Owned: Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else for (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.
- Absolute Obedience: Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.
- Four minutes: The world will end immediately if the muse doesn't shag whoever they see for the next (anon decides). And that would just be terrible, wouldn't it?
- Impaired judgment: Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.
- Sleeping Beauty: There's only one way to wake the muse from their slumber (other than waiting for anon decides) and it's not a kiss.
- Frustration: The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.
- Candid Camera: The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).
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The Doctor and The Ginger||nothingwewereevertrainedfor
allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:
Natasha sighed. So there wasn’t even a guarantee she could get home now that she’d stepped into this strange blue box. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she couldn’t get back to SHIELD. She had already rebuilt her life.
“Natasha I will get you home, I promise.” he said. “Natasha, look at me.” he added. “You’ll be safe, I swear to it.”
Natasha looked at the Doctor and smirked. “I rarely need to rely on someone else to keep me safe,” she replied. She went through her list of weapons on her person through her head. She had a gun, throwing knives, pepper spray, some tasers… Not to mention she was in perfect condition right now, making her body the perfect weapon.
“Alright, just trying to be of some help.” he muttered. He poked his head outside. “Okay… So not Earth…”
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OOC:
So my dad has this head canon where the Doctor may be all normal and stuff when he’s out saving the world, but in the bedroom he is into some dominatrix sex. And no one would have a choice in the matter. It’s either that or get thrown into the vacuum of space. Like he would have this room dedicated to like whips and handcuffs and shit.
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