One Shots - Not Adult
We Came to Learn the Sea - They’re neither of them quite who they were before, but some ways home from Norway are the same on either side of the Void. And they still have the one thing they’ve always had: here and now.
Here Comes a Feeling You Thought You’d Forgotten - …and he feels younger than he has in forever.
The Fire - He’s probably right in the middle of it, knowing him. Probably one of his experiments.
Slide - Rose and TenToo start their journey together and it isn’t always perfect but they’re good together.
4/∞ favorite characters ▲ rose tyler (doctor who)
The Doctor and Rose Tyler Alphabet (insp)
Dude, Peter Capaldi totally refused to flirt with Clara in the new series.
Damn, I’m so ready for this.
In that same article he states that he’s going to make the story line less confusing and over the top and focus on the plot. I think I’m in love.
thank fucking god
Capaldi shouldn’t be the Doctor. Capaldi should be the SHOWRUNNER.
30 days of Doctor Who day 29; Who is your favourite Timelord.
I’m going with Tentoo, because part-Timelord is good enough for me.
Arrow Graphic Battle: Text Posts
They hadn’t explicitly said they were going to take things slow. In the flurry of the past few days they hadn’t had much time for deep meaningful discussions - or any kind of discussion - as they were occupied with just trying to find a place for him in Pete’s world.
And yet, beyond luck and miracles, things were going extraordinarily well. She held his hand, smiled her genuine Rose Tyler smile at him, and even shared a few kisses with him during the few quiet moments they had been allotted.
She called him “Doctor” and every time that name passed through her lips he felt his single heart settle a little more naturally into his chest.
That evening Rose had finally stolen him away from the rest of the world and taken him to her flat, hiding him away from her family and Torchwood and anyone else who dared to steal one more second of each other’s company.
So there he stood, at the entrance of her kitchen, as she grabbed the whistling kettle off her stove and prepared two steaming cups of tea.
She had changed into something more comfortable; pajama shorts and a loose fitting tee. The make-up that she had hastily applied that morning had mostly rubbed off and her hair hung loose with a slight tangle just behind her left ear.
He was positive he could hear the roar of the ocean once again as he stood there transfixed and utterly frozen in place by the sheer force of his sudden epiphany.
Rose was his.
This little domestic view of her, so simple and perfect, would be one he could have every day for the rest of his life. All he had to do was reach out and take it.
"I love you," he said.