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 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓   𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐀𝐓   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋   𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 ,   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇   𝟔𝐓𝐇   𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓   𝐀 . 𝐃 .

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by request only:

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i have mono

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after years of hurtling herself from one dimension to another rose has a lot of dreams where various timelines bleed through her subconscious. she’s also got some false/altered memories from existing in parallel worlds where rose tyler exists as someone else. she often finds herself emotional when big things happen in to people close to her in dimensions she spent a lot of time in. 

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rose is going to kidnap her own baby

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a) thought: rose tyler dimension hopping to a universe where she’s a popstar b) if because we want to existed in rose’s universe she would absolutely have been a billie piper stan 

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did u think i would forget my babie . . .    miss tyler herself

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im on @mcknn for now

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you must remember to come back. for the ones who cannot leave as easily as you.

     there  is  something   deeply   soft   about  the  way  amelia  drags  her  finger  across  rose’s  face ,   tracing  her  features  in  a most  careful  way,   from  spot  to  spot,    a  line  in  a  constellation  only  she  would  ever  be  privy  to   ——     her  rose,    a  muse  of  her  own  creation .   her  london  girl .    laid  side  by  side  in  the  park  with  the grass  tickling  their  feet ,   the  fading  warmth  of  the  sun  a  reminder  that  all  good  things  must  end .   

as  if  they  needed  one .    she  can’t  really  spot  where  this  tenderness  comes   from,   from  which  depth  it  emerges  but  as  soon  as  she  notices  it   ,   amelia  presses  it  down  and  away ,   dragging  her  hand  away  from  rose’s  skin .    this  is  not  the  place  for   attachment .    shouldn’t  be  .      WON’T  BE  .     can’t be.

leadworth calls .   as  winter approaches ,   she  has  no  excuse  to  stay  in  london  anymore  and  this  good  thing  as  all  others  ,   now  have   an expiration  date  of  her  own   volition .   not  her  heart’s ,   mind  you .  no,   this  stubborn  thing  works  along  it’s  own  calendar .   but  her  life’s ,   the  one  her  brain  and  the  world’s  expectations  control …   now  this  one  is  an  urgent  manager .     demanding ,   even . rose’s  voice  sounds  dreamy  already ,   a  memory  in  real  time  .   [      this  is  just  how  she  dreamed .    ]         “   it’s  not  easy  to  leave  ,   trust  me  .  “       she  tries  to  be  reassuring ,  but  her  voice  betrays  the  feeling  she’s  doing  her  best  to  hold  back .    that  dreadful  knowledge  that  you  will  miss someone  even  before  they  leave .     that  awful  sticky  feeling  ,   an  icky  emotion  that  makes  you  want  to  hold onto  people   as  long  as  you  can   ‘cause    you   KNOW    there’s  not  a lot  of  time  left .

a  gust  of  wind   lifts  a   shiny  blonde  strand  of  hair,   laying  it  on  top  of  rose’s  nose ,      dangerously  close  to  her  eyes  and  amelia  ,      ever  the  begrudging  carer ,      gently tucks  it  away  ,   her lips  pursed  in  a  pout  .       “      tell you  what ,   come  summer ,   i’ll  be  back  .   “    she  lifts  her  fist ,    her  pinky  finger  sticking  out  in  a clear    offer .         “    it’s  going  to  be   wonderful .     “

prompt by @createself

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i went 2 bed at 7pm and woke up and ana had done THAT

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the dw fandom makes me queasy 

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this dash is so much calmer than my marlene dash . let us repose here for a moment 

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Me @ my mutuals who are in different fandoms and post about it a lot

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rose has watched

- her planet die

- her father die

- herself die

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