Important bun tongue post
solthree asked: harriet jones
or adelaide brooke?
Doctor and Rose: The “proper” kiss from Journey’s End (as shown on Doctor Who Confidential 4x13)
I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS BECAUSE OF REASONS.
PHOTOS: Meet The Cast Of Gracepoint
Make Me Choose
S1 orS2 Rose
Oh, but this is a brilliant year! Classic!
I love it when things like this happen…
The Oncoming Storm
A speed painting that I was suddenly inspired to do while listening to this song (especially the second half).
“Typical human impatience,” he tutted, then continued. “The dream isn’t even the worst part, I’ve found. Did you ever wake from a nightmare too frightened to fall back to sleep? Instead you simply laid awake, the dream world still pressing against the thin reality of your bedroom, and as the shadows danced on your walls you became sure that, even if you crept down the hall to your parents’ room, you would still be alone. Sure that outside the streets were empty and the lamps dark. Sure the sun was never going to rise.” He sighed softly. “And then it did. Tiny, hazy beams of light through drawn curtains, then the glorious burn of daylight. Dawn comes, the nightmare fades, and the world returns. The sun brings it all back.” He paused, the silence almost reverent. “That’s what she is to me.”
“Who?” she asked, the word escaping her lips before she could think to hold it in.
“If I sleep, the sun might set.” His voice began to shake. “I know it will one day — will set and never rise again, that’s the way of stars — and when the time comes darkness will fall and I’ll rely on nightlights and torches to guide my way, stumbling along as I always have, but she’s here, right here, burning me and I still can’t let go. I don’t want to.” He inhaled sharply and cried out, “Rose, are you there? I can’t see you, please, I can’t–”
She was on her feet, her hands reaching for his. “I’m here, see? I’ve got you.” His hands were freezing, far colder than she’d ever felt them before. She ripped the torn remnants of her coat from her wounds and laced their fingers together, pressing her skin against his, hoping to give a little of her warmth. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
His teeth chattered, his face eerily pale. “It hurts.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She wished he would open his eyes and look at her, but he kept them closed and his face turned away even as he clung to her hands.
“Don’t let go,” he begged.
“I won’t. I promise I won’t.” She tried to smile. “Not ever.”
David and Georgia Tennant watching Wimbledon semi-finale (June 28, 2014).
David Tennant for Virgin Media [x]
Title: The Choice
Doctor Who fanfic
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, other characters
Pairing: Nine x Rose, Ten x Rose
Genres: Romance, Drama, Amnesia, HN AU
Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose and Mickey back to Earth to solve an emergency involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the crisis is much deeper than they thought and is one that could endanger the Doctor’s very existence.
Catch up here.
On their way back to the TARDIS, Mickey decided not to go with them.
"We’ve been gone three months," he said. "I’ve got to check to see if my flat is still mine and find out where my stuff is."
"Do you want me to go with?" Rose asked.
"Nah," he said. "I figure I’d go back to the pub for a bit afterwards. Unless you wanna come with?"
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, I’d love to sit around and watch you watch more telly,” she said sarcastically.
Once back at the TARDIS, the Doctor immediately began to work on the console, trying to get more information from the TARDIS’s memory banks. For a while Rose sat on the jump seat, hands under her thighs, feet swinging back and forth, as she watched him work. Normally when he worked on the TARDIS he’d keep up a running commentary, explaining to her what he was doing and why, and even if she didn’t understand a word he was saying she’d feel like she was a part of everything. But this time he was completely silent. She knew it was just an indication of how serious he felt the situation was, but she still felt oddly excluded in a way she hadn’t ever felt with him before they had met Reinette.
After a few more minutes of staring at him staring at the monitor, she got restless and got up to get something to read. Months earlier, before he had changed even, the Doctor had given her her own storage space in the console room. It was a small compartment under one of the floor gratings where she could keep some of her own stuff so she wouldn’t have to run back to her own room every time she wanted something. At the time it had felt almost as momentous as when he had given her a key to the TARDIS. The Doctor had blushed, actually properly blushed, when Jack had compared it to him emptying out a drawer in his bedroom for her.
Rose got out a paperback novel and returned to the jump seat, but she wasn’t able to concentrate on it. Instead her mind kept returning to the tiny glimpse she had had of her first Doctor. She reread the same page three times, not remembering a single word of it, as his face swam in front of her eyes.