Three Es Muy Sexy

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Hello! I'm the Doctor, the Third Doctor to be precise. Want a chat? Or perhaps an adventure! - I do like adventures. - feel free to jump in! Hope you enjoy your time.

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whimsicalspecks:

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AWW. NO. DO NOT FEEL A SAD. FEEL A HAPPY BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU ARE GOING TO GET A KITTEN AND THERE IS NO STOPPING IT. ABSOLUTELY NO STOPPING IT.

*lightly amused smile* I could easily be dead in less than 8 years.

Oh my dear Miss Whimsy. *The Doctor puts an arm around your shoulder, and looks down at you with those brilliant blue eyes* Never forget to have hope, even for the smallest of things. There will be dark days and horrific times - and believe me, I’m not saying it’s easy to be hopeful. I know it can be difficult, especially when facing darkness. For it can become so overwhelming that there will be times you’d like to give up. When it might feel easier to just forget the prospect of receiving any happinesses at all. What’s the point of hoping if there’s the chance you’re going to be disappointed later? Because if you don’t strive to hope for the best (even if you’ve learned to expect the worst) you may find yourself in a state of constant disappointment and that sounds an awful lot worse to me.

There is no darkness that can extinguish the light of a single, lit candle. *he rubs your arm gently* So be brave for me, my dear, and light a candle or two in your darkness, even if there is the chance that all you’ll meet is a dead end.

Because perhaps you’re right and you may not live beyond eight, seven, six years, but the fact of the matter is that not one human is guaranteed tomorrow on this earth, Whimsy, so live and hope today. Besides, I believe you are destined for spectacular things, things that require far more than a measly amount of 8 years. *he wraps the other arm around you and embraces you tightly* Like changing the life of a poor, little kitten in need of a home and loving owner. *he looks back down at you and smiles before giving your chin a small squeeze* Hm?

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"Miss Whimsy, I have every confidence in your capabilities and qualifications, and if you don’t apply then I’ll be inclined to do it for you myself." He flashes a playful smile, "Be brave, hm? I know you can do it."

I look up at him to my side and my heart warms at the confidence before uploading my resume.

The Doctor puts an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for an encouraging hug. “There’s a good girl, Whimsy: I’m terribly proud of you. And if you should ever have need of me, the lab’s door is always open.”

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"Miss Whimsy, I have every confidence in your capabilities and qualifications, and if you don’t apply then I’ll be inclined to do it for you myself." He flashes a playful smile, "Be brave, hm? I know you can do it."

Um Doctor ? 'she leans closer to him her body almost touching his and her hand around his ' may i speak to you about my feelings about you ?
3-es-muy-sexy 3-es-muy-sexy Said:

The Doctor watched her hands, then looked up at her face. “I guess.”    

sixthoncomingsassystorm:

oh-no-i-lost-his-face:

jon pertwee has hips that just don’t quit 

Jon Pertwee’s hips don’t lie

whimsicalspecks:

my hiPS CAN NOW DO THE THING

Oh dear, when you talk like that, you make a Time Lord go mad.

qosmiq:

A sketch portrait of Jon Pertwee, the british actor playing the role of the third incarnation of Doctor Who.

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marathemara:

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mara-the-mara:

Well, the TARDIS helped. [He bows, every inch the English gentleman. I take a seat, unfold a napkin (which has been folded into an elaborate rosette) and set it on my lap. He serves—penne rigate, a fragrant tomato sauce, and grated cheese that melts as I watch—and then waits for me to take the first bite.]

[The pasta is perfectly al dente; the sauce, a little strange at first; but then I taste basil and a hint of garlic, my mother’s favorite spices. I look up at the Doctor. Well? his eyes say.]

[I smile.] It’s wonderful. Thank you. [More than that: this simple meal makes the TARDIS taste like home.]

“A nice wine would go good with this as well, don’t you think?” He says with a warm and inviting smile. “Some port would be nice.” 

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*swats your hand away*

I’ve taken chances before sir and those said chances landed me in bad positions with bad people. I thought you were a respectable gentleman scientist I would’ve loved to have learned from but it turns out you’re just a lying pig. You should be ashamed, luring people in false kindness and stories of preposterous lands but in truth you’re just a fraud aren’t you? 

I may have had a glimmer of hope your pretty words wouldn’t be lies but I guess that’s what I should expect anymore. I’ve dealt with filthy animals such as yourself before and I care not to find myself in that predicament again as it was not an enjoyable experience. 

I may have trusted you until you decided to be such a disgusting pervert.

And now you’ve lost my respect, my trust, and any beginnings of friendship we may have had.

Good day to you sir.

*leaves in an angry huff*

Marie! *the Doctor yelled as she left out the door, he hurried after her.* Tell me what I did wrong, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I.. I didn’t know. *The Doctor takes your hand and holds it softly* You can leave, but please forgive me. 

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