the-awkward-littlemiss-adorkable:
I saw this and my little fangirl heart’s power level raised to 9000… <3
#I know he’s worn the shirt button undone from the beginning #but still #there should be a little ficlet or something #about the first time they were alone #after Christmas dinner #maybe up on the roof#where he’s grinning at her #all happy smiles ‘cause she’s agreed to come with him again #and she’s teasing him about the new suit #reaching up to straighten the collar #maybe tug the lapel just a little #and he swallows#glancing down at her mouth #oh but she’s frowning just a bit #and she says something’s not quite right #it’s all just a little too…straight-laced #and he gets a little offended #I’m hardly straight-laced #he tells her #with hardly any innuendo at all #just letting the words speak for themselves #Exactly she answers #as she walks her fingers up to his collar #just barely brushing his adam’s apple #Not straight-laced at all she says #as she tugs the button free #and even though that’s as far as it goes and they’re soon back to saving worlds and hopping for their lives #he still keeps that one button undone for her #in hopes that sooner or later she’ll finish what she’s started (via abadplanwellexecuted)
jspx:
Can we all stop crying over CT long enough to appreciate how unbelievably adorable these two were this episode?
I needed something to cheer me up ;_;
What if Donna used the lottery money to open a business.
I need you to order lunch for ten people, prepare the meeting room for 10am and make sure there are some biscuits with the coffee. Try not screw up this time.
Oh my god, that’s Donna.
She’s not supposed to see me.
Oi, you, why are you hiding under the desk.
I’ve just dropped a pen, Miss Noble.
It’s Mrs. Temple-Noble. And I see no pen. So watch it.
Of course. Yes. Brilliant. Wonderful.
Bonkers. He’s bonkers.
I miss you so much.
the doctor finds many opportunities to check rose out
#he literally gets caught at her breasts #right there in the middle of his sentence #he’s about to say pink and yellow #it’s on the tip of his tongue #and then he reaches her chest #and thinks about what else he’d like on the tip of his tongue #and gets all #caught up #just for a second linearly really #but in timelord that was like 4 regenerations #of him laying in a field of roses sucking on rose tyler’s nipples
In this new incarnation, the phrase, “I’m sorry,” came readily to the Doctor’s mind and lips, even when he wasn’t admitting fault. He often said it to express regret or sympathy, or to acknowledge suffering and cosmic injustice that even he couldn’t remedy.
But here on New Earth, watching Cassandra die and be mourned only by a younger version of herself, the Doctor didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry. The phrase didn’t come to his mind or his lips, not once as she cradled her own expiring body and called for help. No regret. No sympathy. Nothing.
For the second time, Cassandra had put Rose in danger. Even more monstrous, Cassandra had violated her. Took Rose’s body, invaded her mind, perused her thoughts – the damning evidence spoken from his own mouth by Cassandra: “You’ve been looking. You like it.”
The Doctor ached to hear of Rose’s feelings; he’d imagined her whispering them, hand clasped with his, body close and warm and deliciously human. But never, never did the Doctor imagine he’d hear them because her autonomy had been taken away and her mind desecrated.
Cassandra had violated the Doctor, as well. Horrifying enough, but something he could perhaps forgive. His race was, after all, telepathic. His mind could accommodate a mingling of consciousnesses; it was equipped for the strain. The human brain, on the other hand, was delicate. Unaccustomed to bearing the weight of two consciousnesses. Miraculously, Cassandra hadn’t obliterated every trace of Rose when she pillaged Rose’s body. Even more miraculously, she hadn’t damaged her intellect or personality or any other of a thousand facets that made Rose Rose.
The Doctor’s hands balled into fists. His hearts thundered, full of shadows and blood. His ears roared and his vision turned grey. His wrath was a shaft of crimson, beaming through the center of his soul, illuminating universes laid to waste and realities annihilated. He saw the turn of the cosmos cease; he saw himself make it happen. His fingers trembled with the need to pull a trigger, to flip a switch, to build engines of destruction and put them to use.
His Rose. Violated. Nearly lost, just as he’d nearly lost her on Satellite Five.
Never again. Not even if he had to tear apart the fabric of reality. Not even if protecting her reduced him to ash and bone.
“Doctor?”
His Rose. Her voice reeled him back from the precipice, away from unfathomable depths of fury and destruction. He schooled his breath to evenness and his pounding hearts to sedation. For Rose. Because what she needed right now was comfort, not vengeance.
The Doctor’s vision cleared. In front of him, Cassandra was dead. Without a glance back, he followed Rose into the TARDIS.
#I like New Earth #But if you think about the actual experience of having your mind and body violated by another consciousness #The whole thing is actually rather horrifying
allison this is perfect
#HIS FACE IN THE LAST GIF OMG #WAAAAAAT BITCH R U CRAYCRAY #I DONT BELIEVE YOUR SHENANIGANS FACE OF BOE #ARE YOU LYING TO ME AGAIN #IS THIS LIKE THAT ONE TIME YOU TOLD ME 23RD CENTURY EARTH WAS ON FIRE AND I RAN BACK TO THE TARDIS AND FOUND OUT YOU WERE FUCKING WITH ME #BECAUSE THAT WASN’T FUNNY #WHAT IF IT //HAD// BEEN ON FIRE #WHAT THEN #WHAT T H E N HUH #AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE ONE TIME YOU HAD A HUGE BOX DELIVERED TO THE TARDIS AND OUT POPPED THREE STRIPPERS #ROSE DAMN-NEAR SLAPPED ME! AND THEN ONE OF THE STRIPPERS //BIT// ME WHEN I TRIED TO MAKE THEM LEAVE #my god Jack would be the WORST after all that time and money he accumulated #He’d seriously just spend ALL his time fucking with the Doctor (via winterinthetardis)
I want foxy snorgles!
this is basically what I imagine it looks like when Rose starts cuddling Cloen
OMG
OMG
NEVER UNSEE
NEVER WANT TO UNSEE
“There’s the five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey… and the baby.”
“You’re not?”
“Yeah.”
“Pregnant. Okay. Wow. Well…”
