Doctor Who fanfic
Rose began to cough as the TARDIS console room began to fill with smoke.
After the Doctor, Jack and Donna had left the TARDIS to enter the Crucible bridge, the door had slammed in Rose’s face, and as she pounded on the door to be let out, she felt the TARDIS begin to plummet.
As the temperature rose, the room jerked to a stop and she fell to the floor. She looked up. In front of her was the jar that held the Doctor’s spare hand. The liquid surrounding it was rapidly bubbling, and it was glowing with golden regeneration energy. She suddenly remembered Donna had accidentally kicked it on her way out of the TARDIS and had bent over to right it, but it hadn’t looked like it was boiling then.
Suddenly the jar exploded from the inside out, and the hand was thrown several feet across the room. Rose’s eyes widened in shock as regeneration energy spread out from the hand. When the glow faded, a man was lying on the floor. The Doctor.
Rose Tyler & being adorably excited.
This always makes me laugh.
→ Rose Tyler as the Eighth Doctor’s companion (x)
It’s a beautiful romance. He calls her Miss Tyler for a week after they meet. When he finally calls her Rose he can’t stop saying it.
He takes afternoon tea while she craves chips. They both love sweet shops.
He teaches her how to waltz in the console room and the language of flowers. She keeps him on his toes, always asking the right questions and saving him when he needs it. It’s a full time job, she thinks.
Sometimes it’s earth with endless bookstore trips along the Seine, where she finds him the perfect first edition Wilde on the top shelf and around the corner. Brilliant, she is.
Sometimes it’s planets and galaxies even he hasn’t been to. The places they discover are sewn together with moss and foam, vales of glass, civilizations of dew and bones, floating market places, and glowing bazaars.
They’ve been chased out of more dinner parties they can count, they’ve run from monsters in a frock coat and gown, and explored catacombs armed with nothing more than a screwdriver and fob watch.
It’s a hectic, runaway life aboard the TARDIS and, honestly, they wouldn’t have it any other way.
you’re just lonely, you’ve been lonely too long
I’d love to see someone attempt to defend the clothing industry
YES! Except I spend way more than $30 on bras because my size isn’t sold everywhere only specialty bra stores. Last time I went bra shopping I spent close to $400 for 4 bras >_<
not to mention that in one brand, i wear a size 2 pants, while in another i fit a size 11