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batmangs:

Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year.

batmangs:

Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year.

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Between Adventures 

shecalledmeprettyboy:

“Haven’t done in London…” He smirked, “You’re funny you are.” His head rolled lightly in his hand as he spoke. He’d like to do… He forced himself to stop his train of thought. Completely inappropriate and uncalled for. Then again, she was a woman, he a man… sort of… He shook his head quickly to clear his mind.

“Fudge sundaes! I don’t believe I’ve ever had one.” He chuckled, knocking her side with his elbow. “I hear they’re delicious… Perhaps I’m wrong?” He sat up and hoped off the bed, soon found himself leaning against the door frame.

Distance, distance is good.

“You comin’? Can’t sit around here all day; we’ll waste this “earth” time you and I have.” He clapped his hands together a moment before bolting down the hall and snagging his coat off the rack. “Rose Tyler, your dairy awaits!!!”

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This new Doctor was a whirlwind, that was sure. So full of energy for a man many centuries old. Her teeth grazed over her lips as they pulled into a smile. “Fudge sundaes,” she asked lightheartedly, trying to ignore the flutter that she felt at his small nudge. “How have you lived nine hundred years and never had one?” And then he was gone.

Admittedly a little sadness dampened her mood when he moved away, bounding off down the hall. Her head lolled back as she looked up to the ceiling, “Get it together Rose,” she murmured to herself before pushing off the bed.

"One second," she called towards the door, "I can’t very well go get ice cream with a wet shirt." Looking at her closet she was once again faced with the fact that all of her clothes were dirty. One of the drawbacks of traveling with an adventure seeking Time Lord. Brown eyes fell on the few items hanging inside. With a defeated sigh she grabbed a top that she knew would be a little too tight but considering her limited options what could she do. 

Joining him in the living room, she was tugging on the bottom of her shirt. “Alright, I’m ready.” Grabbing her jumper she turned to face him, not realizing how close she was until she was tilting her chin up to see his face. “It’s time to get you some vanilla and chocolate goodness,” she said, tapping him on the chest. That slender but attractive chest.

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Between Adventures 

shecalledmeprettyboy:

“Ah, but it’s not so bad. You humans and all your brilliance.” He gently tapped her nose with his index finger. Her smile was radiant; could easily light up the world if anyone could harness it. His eyes had wandered to her lips, studying her smile, wondering…

Snapping himself back to reality, he chuckled as his feet clicked together. “Kinda nice though, not running… for once.” He smirked. There were days when he envied her, desperately; she could have a life, he could not. But he could pretend, right now, he was just going to pretend. 

“So Miss Tyler, what should we do today?” He rolled over on his side, his knee accidentally nicking her own. The touch, as innocent as it was, sent chills through his spine. No no ol boy… He chided himself. She was friend. Just a friend.

He remember her mother and Mickey in the other room and his spirits faltered a bit. “I mean, with your mum and Mickey of course.” He faked a smile, but he wished Jackie and Mr. Smith could be occupied with their own mindless endeavors leaving him to enjoy a regular afternoon with Miss Tyler.

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There it was again, the tension, and all because he touched her nose. Quickly she tucked her head down, allowing her hair to fall in her face in hopes to conceal the flush she felt emerging on her face. She looked up at him through long lashes and thought she saw something sad behind his smile but she couldn’t be sure. Through her travels with his previous reincarnation she had learned his weaknesses, what made him sad, his tells. For the man sitting in front of her, she knew none of these things. It was weird, feeling as if she had to hit the reset button on something that had meant so much to her but even the littlest bump of his knee against hers prevented her from ever being able to regret it.

"Oh, I don’t know. Mum was talking about going to see Howard and Mickey has to work." she murmured as she leaned on her hands behind her back and looked up at the ceiling. "It looks like it’s just the two of us." She glanced back down at him and added, "So is there anything you haven’t done in your vast travels about London?"

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Not Who I Was Expecting | River & Rose 

riiver-song:

River blow a kiss to her Doctor as he left down the pathway to visit some old friends from a while back. She tossed him her vortex manipulator, giving him a wink. She shut door behind her and skipped up to the console. She’d promised the Doctor that she’d stay put and not even go near the console, but he shouldn’ve known better.

Circling around the controls, she dragged her finger a long the shiny buttons, trying to avoid the urge to click or push anything. She’d been grounded many times for running off and getting into trouble. River stopped at the television, she figured she’d start scanning things to get her mind off things and let the time past by faster.

River scanned for about ten minutes until she was no longer satisfied. She rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh. “Sorry, sweetie!” She shouted excitedly, and set the TARDIS going. It jerked back and forth, until it finally landed safety. It was just a quick stop, just to grab some coffee or go shopping.

Grabbing her jacket, she swung it on, and rushed over to the front door. She opened the front door, meeting face to face with gorgeous young blonde woman. The female seemed to be looking for something, before she asked who she was. River raised an eyebrow, and stepped outside fully, slamming to the door behind when she saw the girl peeking inside. “I may ask you the same thing, Blondie. I’m not the one intruding.” She crossed her arms with a smirk. “The Doctor? Oh, you’re looking for crazy man. Why do you want to know?”

Rose’s eyes narrowed as the woman with the wild curls inquired about her. Not appreciating the nickname or the accusation she was moments from interjecting with a snarky retort when the woman answered about the Doctor. And not in some mystified man of stories and legends. Instead she spoke of him in warm, familiar tones. 

 Brow furrowed she tried to figure out what to tell her. After all the woman in front of her obviously knew the Doctor and with no frantic, rambling man coming out the doors she assumed that she knew how to pilot the TARDIS as well. Who was she? Not The Doctor that’s for sure. He would recognize her. No matter how many years it had been for him Rose had to believe that The Doctor would know her face. That he couldn’t look upon her as a stranger.

 Biting down on the corner of her lip she finally responded in a small voice, “I, uh, I was just looking for him. Is he in there?” Her eyes were filled with pleading. “It’s just, I came a long way - to find him. So if you know where he is please tell me.”

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+defenderoftheearthrosetyler 

thetenthdoctorisin:

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“An adventure?” He asked, moving about the console for a moment before looking at her with a grin. “But of course, though not really.” He chuckled before shaking his head. “Maybe if we go someplace random one will find us.”

She watched him wiz around the room. He always had so much energy. Sometimes it boggled her how fast his brain, mouth, and body worked.  “It always does,” she responded to his suggestion and turned to face the console. With a cheeky grin she asked, “You got some coordinates in there already? We won’t end up inside of a sun, or moon, or something?”

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+defenderoftheearthrosetyler 

thetenthdoctorisin:

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The time lord looked up, seeing the blonde standing there. “Oh, Rose. ‘Ello there!” He said, waving at her. 

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"Hello," she said as she moved from the doorway to stand beside him, leaning back against the console. "Have any adventures planned?"

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Not Who I Was Expecting | River & Rose 

The bustling people. The cars rushing by. The London Bridge. All familiar sites. All sites she’d grown up with. All home. After years of unrelenting pursuit Rose Tyler had found her way back to her universe. The proper universe. She had arrived just a few shorts weeks ago and since her feet had hit the soil she had but one focus - to find The Doctor. Twice he had left her on the shores of Dårlig Ulv-Stranden without her say and that was not something the Lost Girl could accept. 

She began her search in the best way she knew how, by keeping her eyes and ears open to strange activity. Anything strange could mean alien and anything alien could mean The Doctor. On the tip of her newest lead she was sitting outside a strange little coffee shop,  sipping on a hot cappuccino, reading a paper, and waiting. While scanning an article on perceived failures of the current prime minister a distantly familiar sound came to her attention. The sound of the TARDIS. Her head popped up from the paper, eyes immediately sharp as she looked around for the distinctive police box. It did not land in view but she observed several alleys in the direction of the whirring, perfect places to land a ship that appears out of thin air. 

Quickly she threw the paper and coffee on the table and made a dash in the direction of the sound. Her legs took her as fast as they could down one alley, breaking a corner to rush down the next. She was going to see him. A wide, toothy smile covered her face and tears spilled down her cheeks as she began looking down every side alcove, looking for the blue box. 

Finally, there it was, just sitting there, as if it was not one of the most important things in the world containing one of the most important people. She stood there for a moment, staring, a heavy, thankful sobs taking over her as she began taking measured steps down the alley. From her head to her toes her entire body quivered with anticipation. The door opened and Rose was about to fully launch herself forward when, not The Doctor, but a woman with wild curly hair stepped out. 

Her face immediately fell as she came face to face with the stranger from the TARDIS. Crestfallen she looked over the beautiful woman and croaked, “Who are you?” Peering in through the doorway she saw no signs of another person, “Whe-Where’s the Doctor?”

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OOC: Got my postcards for Gallifrey One in the mail today. By next Thursday I will be in LA surrounded by a couple thousand Whovians!

— tagged as: #OOC #I'm so excited #At least one day I'm dressing up as season 4 Rose


Between Adventures 

shecalledmeprettyboy:

“Water… I gathered.” It was difficult to hide his smirk, and his eyes quickly averted when they met hers. She’d walked in, her shirt drenched and something stirred within him. The fabric of the t-shirt clung to her frame far too well, showing curves he’d grown fond of. The worst bit: Mickey was standing right there.

“Right, clothes… Um, I think you chucked ‘em in a corner of your room.” He chided, finding it rather comical. She was just as chaotic at home as she was in the TARDIS. “You’ll probably need to wash ‘em all though; lots of alien junk and what not. Christmas made washin’ a bit of a side thought” The Doctor ran a hand under his nose as he sniffed, still trying not to look so amused. Fascinating all that had happened since he regenerated. HA! He’d regenerated indeed. And my what a handsome chap I’ve become!

The Doctor rose and followed her, as Mickey had returned to bother her mum with the dishes, much to Jackie’s complaints regarding undisciplined children. “Am I right?” He chuckled, as they made their way to her room. Sure enough, a pile of intergalactic stained clothes lay in a heap in her room. Poking her side as he passed her into the bedroom, he chuckled. Spinning he flopped himself onto her bed, laying on his back with his hands locked behind his head. “Glad to be home?” He questioned with a smile, feet knocking against each other;  though a large part of him hoped she wanted more; more than just earth… More with him.

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As soon as he mentioned the pile Rose knew he was right. Laundry seemed so mundane when she was traveling with the Doctor everyday was filled with adventure and possibility. Those days without excitement just called to be spent sleeping or reading, not doing the wash. Because of this the small amount of clothes that had migrated to the TARDIS were gathered and thrown in a corner until Rose could needle her mum into doing them. 

Walking into the room her eyes immediately fell on crumpled clothes. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said with a defeated sigh as she bent down to sift through the clothing to see if anything would work but every item grabbed looked or smelled gross. One of the downsides of traveling with a Time Lord.

Suddenly she felt him prod her side and shot straight up. Eyes narrowed in playful annoyance she turned in the direction of the Doctor only to be thrown off by his long new figure sprawled on her bed. A small, nervous tension flared through her body. Why should she feel like that? This was her friend and it’s not as if he hadn’t been in her room before. But since his regeneration even the smallest of things, like him smiling at her or a look, made her head feel foggy.

His voice broke into her thoughts. Shaking her head and bringing herself out of her musings she responded, “I guess it’s nice to be still for a few days.” Distracted from her task of finding a dry shirt she walked forward and sat down on the bed, folding one leg beneath her and faced him. Sporting a lighthearted smile that made it’s way to her eyes she said “Honestly it’s a little weird, going days without facing possible death.” 

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