stoprobbersfic:

#please imagine #tentoo waking up that first Sunday they’re in London #in Rose’s apartment #and she’s in the living room #on her hands and knees #ripping up the carpet with a boxcutter #and he’s standing here in Pete’s trackpants and Pete’s socks #wondering if Rose has gone mad from stress and dimension hopping #and she doesn’t look up #from the shredded mess that used to be very nice carpet #just says #”there’s no mortgage on the place - you can thank my dad for that - but I thought I might do something about these carpets” #and he remembers the conversation they had #on an impossible planet #when his hearts had felt torn apart by the black hole looming over them #and then his single heart gives a little odd off-kilter beat #and soon he’s put the kettle on for tea #and is helping Rose tear up the carpet #and trying to argue for getting rid of the doors while they’re at it #(”We’d be able to have conversations when you’re in the shower!” #”We already have conversations when I’m in the shower.” #”Shouting out my name is not a conversation Rose Tyler and neither is begging for more.” #”Blimey I forgot how pedantic you could be!”) (via valueturtle)

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You can’t spell the word innuendo without the letters N.I.N.E

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the-untempered-prism: Post-GitF… Rose has some ideas on how the Doctor can make it up to her…

the-untempered-prism:

Post-GitF…

Rose has some ideas on how the Doctor can make it up to her…

(via littlewhomouse)







jaxin88: thedefenderoftheearth: #that time in Doomsday when Jackie says there was never anyone else  #and the Doctor looks down and then to the right  #remembering how Rose tastes  #then remembering how she feels writhing on the bed as he tries in vain to still her hips with his manly forearm resting on her belly  #but no emotional memory  #that shit’s too repressed  #he can’t help it   #he’s so used to loss that he puts memories in these sort of little boxes where they can be filed away out of sight   #and it’s useful but what it leaves him with are sensory memories that give him vague twinges of feeling   #the little sigh rose gives when she settles onto him   #the feel of her skin when she’s fresh out of the shower and still a little slick—all covered in droplets   #the way her mouth falls open and her eyes flutter shut when he finds the right angle inside of her   #and he is usually very good at knowing how to look at these memories objectively   #and enjoy them for what they are without feeling them too much   #but her smile sets his blood turning to champagne   #all light and bubbling   #and the very thought of her tugs at his hearts   #so it’s all the more important to keep her safe   #his rose—safe and happy   #because if he ever had to close those boxes   #to put her memory away   #he’s got the horrible feeling he wouldn’t know how (tags via neverwhyonlywho)

jaxin88:

thedefenderoftheearth:

#that time in Doomsday when Jackie says there was never anyone else  #and the Doctor looks down and then to the right  #remembering how Rose tastes  #then remembering how she feels writhing on the bed as he tries in vain to still her hips with his manly forearm resting on her belly  #but no emotional memory  #that shit’s too repressed 

#he can’t help it   #he’s so used to loss that he puts memories in these sort of little boxes where they can be filed away out of sight   #and it’s useful but what it leaves him with are sensory memories that give him vague twinges of feeling   #the little sigh rose gives when she settles onto him   #the feel of her skin when she’s fresh out of the shower and still a little slick—all covered in droplets   #the way her mouth falls open and her eyes flutter shut when he finds the right angle inside of her   #and he is usually very good at knowing how to look at these memories objectively   #and enjoy them for what they are without feeling them too much   #but her smile sets his blood turning to champagne   #all light and bubbling   #and the very thought of her tugs at his hearts   #so it’s all the more important to keep her safe   #his rose—safe and happy   #because if he ever had to close those boxes   #to put her memory away   #he’s got the horrible feeling he wouldn’t know how (tags via neverwhyonlywho)

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flypup: First time we were speechless. “Let’s start a family.” “Right now?” “That’s all I can think of.” For I Bring Life Project: Week 3.

flypup:

First time we were speechless.

“Let’s start a family.” “Right now?” “That’s all I can think of.”

For I Bring Life Project: Week 3.








wandererofgallifrey:

Manips by redcirce

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karmaplus:

I said not blue!







stillhidden: lastofthetimeladies: All that is. All that was. All that ever could be. #sure she gets flickers of possible futures   #images and tastes and sensations but all of them sans context   #tea with her mum in an unfamiliar house and the cry of an unfamiliar infant carrying in from down the hall   #the smell of ozone and a device she’s never seen but knows to call a dimension cannon   #and a strange man with dark eyes and hair like a riot—and the feel of his hand in hers and his mouth on hers   #and a wanting so sharp and insistent that it physically hurts   #and it’s not her doctor but it’s somehow still right—deeply viscerally right   #and in a handful of timelines she sees him by dim light as he settles between her bare thighs in a shoddy norwegian hotel room   #and his hands tremble and his voice is hushed like she’s some sort of sacred thing   #and oh how she’d like to linger there but   #all of the other timelines—all of them—end so differently; a slip of a lever and the pull of the void and sometimes her father saves her   #and sometimes that is where her timeline ends   #and there are realities where the doctor leaves her at home before any of that can happen   #but that’s not a doctor she recognizes   #and the weight of all these competing realities is making her head ache and burn and burn   #so she latches on to the one that gives her the most time with the doctor   #the one that gives her the closest thing to forever   #and if she’s got the power of space and time   #she can make it happen   #right?   #she can lead herself there—right?   #she glimpses the full weight of that timeline for just an instant—its full measure and its full cost—before her doctor takes it from her   #and when she wakes to her doctor’s regeneration she’s disoriented and properly frightened by the skinny bloke who takes his place   #but she still can’t help thinking she’s seen that face somewhere before  (via neverwhyonlywho)

stillhidden:

lastofthetimeladies:

All that is. All that was. All that ever could be.

#sure she gets flickers of possible futures   #images and tastes and sensations but all of them sans context   #tea with her mum in an unfamiliar house and the cry of an unfamiliar infant carrying in from down the hall   #the smell of ozone and a device she’s never seen but knows to call a dimension cannon   #and a strange man with dark eyes and hair like a riot—and the feel of his hand in hers and his mouth on hers   #and a wanting so sharp and insistent that it physically hurts   #and it’s not her doctor but it’s somehow still right—deeply viscerally right   #and in a handful of timelines she sees him by dim light as he settles between her bare thighs in a shoddy norwegian hotel room   #and his hands tremble and his voice is hushed like she’s some sort of sacred thing   #and oh how she’d like to linger there but   #all of the other timelines—all of them—end so differently; a slip of a lever and the pull of the void and sometimes her father saves her   #and sometimes that is where her timeline ends   #and there are realities where the doctor leaves her at home before any of that can happen   #but that’s not a doctor she recognizes   #and the weight of all these competing realities is making her head ache and burn and burn   #so she latches on to the one that gives her the most time with the doctor   #the one that gives her the closest thing to forever   #and if she’s got the power of space and time   #she can make it happen   #right?   #she can lead herself there—right?   #she glimpses the full weight of that timeline for just an instant—its full measure and its full cost—before her doctor takes it from her   #and when she wakes to her doctor’s regeneration she’s disoriented and properly frightened by the skinny bloke who takes his place   #but she still can’t help thinking she’s seen that face somewhere before  (via neverwhyonlywho)

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