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Me: *thinking about what other little differences Pete’s World would have*

My brain: what if instead of an apple they say “A pear a day keeps the doctor away”, which gets unofficially banned after the very first time Pete uses it in Rose’s presence, and she quietly loses it.

Me: ...brain, why are you like this? *sighs*

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Some of my headcanons for Tentoo x Rose (cause why not, it’s quarantine time and I need some softness in my life):

It’s the Doctor who drives the whole “making a home with Rose Tyler” initiative, where he surprises her one day with their weird shell-like three-storey house which looks like it came straight out of Dali’s paintings, with a glass roof, huge telescope, grunge interior and round things on the walls, of course. (Rose is flabbergasted by this gesture and thinks the Doctor has finally lost it, which gets him quite indignant because while he’s searching for the quickest way to be able to escape to the stars, he is also excited to settle in their own place. He finally bought a purple sofa, for heaven’s sake!) 

In some quiet moments when the Doctor is growing the TARDIS in his lab in Big Ben, Rose likes to hug him tightly from behind, lay her hands on where both of his hearts would be and oversee what he is working on from behind his shoulder. He keeps a straight face and a running commentary on which part of the console he is working on now, although his heart rate goes up considerably and he makes sure to hold her hand when he needs to disentangle himself to reach for a tool, thus keeping her in place, and entangle himself back once he took what he needed. 

As much as Rose has been the initiator of their relationship, it’s the Doctor that usually jumps her at every convenient occasion once his mind realises that a) he can touch her now without fear or guilt and b) she enjoys it quite a lot. 

Usually Rose gets exactly 10 minutes of freedom in bed before the already sleeping Doctor seeks her out and starts his own alien invasion by throwing all his limbs at her and basically settling on top of Rose for the night with his nose squished firmly into the crook of her neck. She complains about him being heavy and way too hot, but then one night they happen to be apart and she can’t fall asleep with that weight missing. She stops complaining after that.

The Doctor likes to lay his head on Rose’s chest, close his eyes and nudge her hand to let her run her fingers through his hair or stroke his ear. Notwithstanding all the hugs and hand-holding he realises he’s never been touched and held quite like that before.

They still fight from time to time, because the Doctor is not only still rude but also has a whole arsenal of Donna’s snarky phrases, and Rose is just as stubborn. 

They find a vortex manipulator and indulge in travelling through time on Earth to catch up on the alternative history and escape the boredom of ordinary life when it becomes too much for them.

They finally manage to grow their TARDIS, which Rose insists, should be a blue phone box and a blue phone box only, because if they travel somewhere, they are going to do it with style. (”You don’t see Spock changing Millenium Falcon on every trip, Doctor. It’s iconic!” “It’s Han Solo, Rose”)

They get their Little Trouble after ten years or so, which comes completely by (a very welcome) surprise, considering that they are still partly different species and Rose jumping dimensions has taken its toll on her body. 

Little Trouble is soon promoted to a “Ms Captain” on the TARDIS because while she has her father’s brilliant mind, she also has her mother’s smile, which turns a said father into goo. She has an exclusive spot on his shoulders (because a good captain of the ship always needs to see what’s happening) and a unique privilege to style his hair in the meantime so that when they bump into slightly aggressive aliens once, the Doctor goes full Oncoming Storm on them only to hear Rose’s helpless cackling behind him. As it turns out having a raging timelord with five colourful little ponytails all over his head is not the most effective way to scare off creatures (but surely a good icebreaker to persuade them you are not a threat). 

Little Trouble outlives her parents by a very long shot. She’s born “more like her father than her father himself”, having a set of two hearts from birth, which quite surprises the Doctor. She keeps on traveling the universe and helping those who are in need, just like her parents did. Her TARDIS is still the same apart from a child’s carving now firmly residing on one of its sides, which shows a woman with two unequal eyes and long eyelashes, a lanky man with exactly 5 spiky hairs and a striped suit, and a small girl with a disproportionate head and a giant smile between them, holding their hands. 

I’m going to write about them, am I not? Goddamnit. I’m gonna.

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The Doctor to Rose, while sending her away : Have a fantastic life...

Also the Doctor, leaving a version of himself in the parallel world: ...but not without me.

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Meanwhile in the centre of Vienna.

Seems like the chameleon circuits are working again, Doctor...

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Following a bunch of blogs in the particular niche of the fandom means scrolling through ten posts with the same gifs of the same scene and reading ten different takes on it in the tags and honestly, I love it!

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Just returned from watching Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker, and while there are some things I’m not happy about, I can’t stress it enough:

Adam Driver is the biggest gem of this franchise.

He tugs all the right heartstrings in the scenes he is in. His acting is just brilliant, and if I’m to be thankful for anything this new trilogy gave me, it is gonna be discovering this magnificent actor.

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A Faceless Threat

or..I finally started writing about the two idiots who own my whole heart and actually expressing what I had in my head all along. 

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Chapters: 6/21 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Chapter 1: A gate crasher

Chapter 2: A short way home

Chapter 3: In the gingerbread house

Chapter 4: Down the rabbit hole

Chapter 5: On the borderline

Chapter 6: A little chaos

Summary:

It is exactly three hours after Rose Tyler and the Metacrisis Doctor have been left on the beach that a new alien threat appears to be hovering over a still celebrating Earth. Rose and the Doctor are plunging into action and it would be just as good as the old times if not for the fact that the Doctor's new body is counting hours to the total shutdown, while he and Rose are stuck on the base in outer space, and more and more people around the world are dying from a mysterious poison.

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“Aliens are so alien. You look at them... and they are alien!”

-says Rose to Nine just after she gets to know he is an alien with his own spaceship in a form of a police box.

Reason number billion and one why I love Rose Tyler, ladies and gentlemen.

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Some thoughts on the whole Rose and Tentoo target storybook story

I just have to get it off my chest, because it’s so upsetting to read the excerpts from the Turning of the Tide, especially when there were such solid 2 short stories from the BF.

Let’s start with Rose.

I just can’t see how the girl who:

Was completely OK when Nine told her he was an alien and decided to travel with him;

Laughed about age gap when got to know he was over 900;

Saw him regenerate and accepted the new man with the new face and mannerisms within a day;

Said that every version of Pete Tyler was her dad even when different Petes weren’t always on their best behavior with her (BF Dimension cannon);

Was compassionate to a dalek, to people falling in love with parallel versions of their loved ones (BF dimension cannon stories).

Left her life behind to travel the universe and help others, and even after getting separated from Doctor still doing what’s right and trying to save the universe

would have a relationship with another regeneration of the Doctor and think of him as some-thing less.

Rose could have been insecure about his feelings to her after the whole beach scene, she might have thought this new regeneration was punished to stay with her, she might have emotionally withdrawn after everything that happened...she might have had a range of different reactions but in any outcome, according to her established character I can’t see her doubting the Doctor for who he is for 2(!) years straight.

Many say Rose was selfish, and yes, in some sense she was when it came to wanting Doctor to feel what she was feeling towards him, but never in any of the stories on- or off- screen did she want him to settle as an ordinary man and do what she says. Rose never tried to manipulate and change him according to her morals and that was a beautiful part of their dynamic. Even after the whole Reinette story, despite being hurt herself, she wanted to make sure he was OK, because that’s sort of thing people do when they are in love.

Now the Doctor.

For the Doctor, on the other hand, it is just a regeneration, a weird one, but still a regeneration. Each one of them has that momentary first day self discovery, but even if it took this one longer to sort himself out, he would still do everything to convince her he was still him. He was already going on his “I am the Doctor” spree throughout JE, so what happened here? 

In JE we supposedly saw that Doctor would stay with Rose if he had a human lifespan, which says a lot about what sort of extraordinary person she was that made him want to stay with her out of all brilliant people he met. Their connection was based on deep emotional bond, not just purely simple physical attraction (which would be a weird thing considering he’s 900). The whole time Rose was away Doctor was missing exactly that - emotional connection that no other companion could give him fully, because Rose understood him. Again, what happened here? 

Conclusion:

There is so much great conflict to explore that doesn’t involve Rose belittling the new Doctor’s self worth or his identity, like that huge age gap and “cultural” differences, him trying to cope with his mortality, trying to understand what to do from now on with the limited opportunities and no Tardis to have his back, actually navigating permanent relationship after having to always run away from any before due to number of reasons. BF has touched upon some of the topics  and I just don’t understand why Jenny Colgan decided to put in the whole ��you are not the Doctor” thing from the person who was supposed to understand him the most. Doctor and Rose are both extraordinary people, no matter how many hearts they have, and this story didn’t do any of them justice. Now, keeping fingers crossed for BF to just continue writing these two in character. 

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tell me a story, about the day Tentoo finds out about little Trouble.

So, here I am in the middle of revising my final draft of one of the angstiest chapters for my fic where those two are still trying to get it together when I get this ask into my inbox. What do I do? I personally - nothing, but my mind starts thinking about Little Trouble at least 3 or 4 stories before she might even be mentioned (if I ever get to that). And there goes my angsty mood :D

So here it is, dear Nonny, quite a quick off the top of my head story about THE day (okay, technically it spans over 2 days but still!)

The Day Tentoo Finds Out about Little Trouble.

Just like all life-changing days for the Doctor, this one began with the conversation about bananas. 

Their TARDIS landed on a lovely little yellow planet called H’voc that was currently sending a distress call to the whole galaxy. 

“H’vocians are a very authentic tribe,” the Doctor started explaining as they walked through the forest towards the source of the signal. “They live in harmony with nature and are extremely open to any guest that comes in but only if that guest bears a gift. In most cases, though, it ends up badly for them since whoever gives them anything shiny usually does nothing but trick them for resources, which, as you might expect, are plenty here. Typical. Although I love being able to come here again, I was sort of banned from H’voc for centuries back in our universe.”

Rose’s eyebrows shot in surprise. “What did you do?”

“Well, I didn’t know I had to make a gift, so when I met their tribe leader, I gave the only thing I had at hand - a banana, a very precious gift if you ask me.” He sighed and scrunched his face.  “How was I to know they were allergic to it? Long story short: they really didn’t like it. One might say, the incident caused complete havoc among them.” He gave her a goofy smile.

Rose laughed at him at first, then got really serious. 

“God, I’d kill for a banana right now. Why did you have to go and bring it up?” she complained, making her way through the branches. The Doctor regarded her with expression half-surprised, half-amused. 

“Finally, you developed a taste, Rose Tyler. It only took me, what, ten years? A decade of hard work and at last you appreciate bananas the way they deserve to be appreciated. I must say I’m really proud of myself, you were quite a lost case,” said the Doctor. 

The forest started thinning and judging by the voices coming from that direction, they were nearing the settlement. 

“Have you got a spare, though?” Rose asked.

“No, we ran out of them yesterday. I planned to come by Berzunian Market right after we deal with this. They have the best bananas in the whole galaxy, Rose. And they come in all colours.”

“I don’t care about the colour, I can literally feel the taste in my mouth. I need it now,” her eyes squinted at him in suspicion. “You always have a spare.”

“Not today,” he countered. 

Rose didn’t believe him for a second, and in the next moment, her hand was in his pocket, stumbling upon a gramophone, a pack of Venusian playing cards and a little woollen penguin toy which was the Doctor’s Christmas present from Tony a couple of years ago.  No bananas. She extracted her hand in defeat. 

“You are useless,” Rose said in a mocked frustration and pointed a finger at him, slowly walking backwards. Her disappointment didn’t last long, though, her face split in a huge smile and she almost tripped over the root of a tree she didn’t see from behind. Only Rose could call him useless and still make it sound like the biggest compliment, the Doctor thought. He still wondered how she managed to... glow so brightly that it made him forget everything else around existed. 

Their little bubble popped as they heard a loud shriek nearby. The Doctor and Rose immediately ran to the village to discover that half of the settlement was completely destroyed leaving very upset H’vocians to pick up the shambles of their tents. Being Mulder and Scully that they were, Rose and the Doctor volunteered to help. At first, the Doctor gave the mandatory present: the old gramophone Rose found earlier in his transdimensional pockets, then H’vocians told them about the ‘people from the sky’ raiding their settlements for little neon pearls called Hvaras that were exceptionally valuable on the black market.   

By the evening they all gathered near the bonfire where the women and children of the tribe were singing their tribal song of protection. It caused Rose an uncontrollable amount of tears and she made sure to give a heartfelt hug to everyone singing after they’d finished. She concluded her round of hugging back in the Doctor’s arms and after he asked her if she was okay she burst into tears again. Well, the song was rather nice, he’d give them that but to be as touched as Rose was right now was too much even by her standards. That was when the first H’vocian congratulated him. On what, though, he had no idea. 

The next morning started with lots of loud noises and another attack from the ‘people from the sky’. Rose got out of their tent first and before the Doctor could react, she got hit by a blast from the ‘others’. He could distinctly see the little sharp stones clawing their way into her body. The Doctor pulled out his sonic and fought off the attackers by interfering with their ships. When he eventually managed to get to Rose, however, she didn’t have a single scratch.  

As they later found out, the ‘others’ were different this time: the pearls of this planet seemed to have risen in price which made half of the happy-go-lucky raiders terrorise the tribe every other day. The Doctor gave it a thought and offered H’vocians a cloaking system that would simply hide them from the marauders and offer peace they craved for. While he was programming the devices over the Hvocian settlement, he couldn’t figure why the shield was getting half transparent. As usually, he dumped his whole thought process on Rose, who helped him put the little devices in place. 

“Have you tried turning setting 322 all the way up?” she asked him after some time. “H’voc’s atmosphere is three per cent thinner which means you need to strengthen the density of the deflector particles.”

“Oh yeah?” asked the Doctor. He didn’t know whether to feel alarmed, shocked or surprised. Rose always looked at the details. And she was brilliant at her domestic approach. But this, he thought, this was a whole new level of impressive. The Doctor did as she suggested. It worked.

The farewell with the tribe was very heartwarming. H’vocians made them the honorary members of their circle and presented them with a silver pin and a bronze door handle, which was a gesture of extreme trust. Five more H’vocians, including the leader of the tribe, placed a hand on the Doctor’s chest and wholeheartedly congratulated him. On what though, he still didn’t know.

The Doctor and Rose returned to their TARDIS and oh how much better it was to finally lie on a proper bed. It was. Until it wasn’t. The Doctor woke up in the middle of the night. 

He felt a ping. 

A telepathic ping. 

A telepathic ping coming from Rose. 

A telepathic ping coming from Rose that wasn’t Rose.

He shot up and turned to the sleeping form of his wife. His mind was reeling: a sudden craving for a banana, the overemotional response, the miraculous healing, the boost of intelligence… It couldn’t be. Could it?

The Doctor carefully placed his hand over Rose’s stomach: there it was, almost undetectable, yet firm and persistent. A beating of two little hearts, so familiar he could still feel it in his own chest. And the bond. That tiny wave of telepathic connection that found its way to him. She was reaching out. She. The Doctor smiled. He opened his mind and let her in and oh, how good, how whole it felt. There were some things you knew you’d been truly missing only when you got to experience them again, he thought. 

It was scary and thrilling and exciting. Nine hundred years of running through the universe, losing his first family, his children, his Susan. Centuries of attachments and heartbreaks and yet … here he was, in the parallel universe, on his last regeneration, levelled down by the human DNA, having a second chance at the family and life he had wanted. He’d never felt more alive than now. 

The Doctor’s mind calculated thousands of little variations of the features the little one would inherit. He hoped their daughter would have her mother’s smile and, well, everything because all good things would certainly come from Rose. And maybe his hair. Year, his hair would be nice.  

“Rose? Rose!” the Doctor whispered.

“Isleein” Rose groaned and turned her back to him.

He shook her shoulder again. 

“Oh God, remind me again why I picked such a restless ball of energy of a man,” Rose said rolling on her back and opening her eyes. “What is it?” she said cupping his jaw with her hand and studying his face. 

“Well, I’m afraid soon you will have to deal with two of those,” he shrugged his shoulders.

She gave him a look at that, then laughed sleepily, “You decided to sprout yourself from another limb?” 

As always, Rose just rolled with his conversations no matter how strange they got.

“Well, Rose Tyler, it’s more like you are doing all the sprouting this time,” he replied. 

“What do you mean?” she sat up facing him, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. 

They stared at each other for another moment and Rose grew more concerned with every second passing. 

“You are pregnant, Rose,” he said, failing to suppress his utmost joy and nervous excitement.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I can feel it,” he said and tapped his finger on his temple, “right here”.

Her breath hitched and she covered her mouth with the hand. “Oh my God,” tears started rolling down her cheeks. She then pressed her hand down to her belly and gave a watery smile. “Are we having a little timelord over here?”

The Doctor laughed nervously, “it’s a little time lady I believe. Is that alright?” 

He felt like every nerve in his body was tingling, like he was going to combust of infinite love and deadly fear, cry and laugh at the same time, jump from happiness and fall down in shock. 

“Of course it is, you-” she didn’t get to finish because he gathered her in the tightest of embraces until her nose was smashed against his neck while her chest was heaving with happy laughter. 

“Doctor,” she said after some time when they both calmed down.

“Hm?” he asked and felt her grin against his shoulder. 

“We are not calling her Alonso.”

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Me: Netflix, I wanna see something utterly, gut-wrenchingly romantic

Netflix: Here you go: A Christmas Prince, the Knight before Christmas, the Princess switch...

Me: *sighs and starts rewatching season 1-4 of Doctor Who yet again*

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Through the Veil of Time.

For the last three days, I couldn't get rid of the scene in my head, where the Doctor is in a deathly situation but his raggedy girl comes to rescue. I find the concept of "unlikely companionship" between the War Doctor and the Bad Wolf entity really intriguing (their dynamic was the highlight of the DOTD for me even though it was very different from that of Rose and any other Doctor (who are my ultimate OTP)). I would really love to see and explore some of the moments where these two weird immortals interact, so, basically, I tried to write one of such encounters (and hooray, my first ever piece of fan fiction).

Where am I going with this? Yeah, I guess I’d love to have a War Doctor/Bad Wolf girl audio drama spinoff.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf/The Moment (Doctor Who), Bad Wolf/The War Doctor (Doctor Who), The War Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: The War Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who), The Moment (Doctor Who) Summary:

The rare moments in time and space when the paths of the War Doctor and the Bad Wolf cross.

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It's almost dawn and, alas, he finds himself surrounded by yet another group of alien enemies. This time, however, they managed to have him completely cornered in the ruins of some who knows when abandoned building. He doesn't know who they are, but he certainly knows what they want to do. Well, at least to him. The Doctor sighs. He feels old, immensely tired of all the fighting he had to endure recently, and so completely done with yet another unnecessary distraction. 

The leader of the gang takes his time to mock the Doctor, clearly enjoying the process and still riding the euphoria of how the tables have turned. In all honesty, however, all affected seem to lose their minds these days. The war, which Time Lords have started, doesn’t show mercy to anyone. 

The alien points a gun at the Doctor and orders him to kneel while his gang is coming closer to enjoy the execution. These creatures, as the Doctor notices, are of humanoid form, tall and strong with their glistening blue skin and a single crooked horn peeking from behind their heads. He wonders for a fracture of a second what purpose that horn serves in the course of their evolution. The aliens, on the other hand, look quite desperate even now, and the Doctor knows that the main reason for their debauch is an enemy, whose name consists of only two words: Time Lords. And the Doctor just happens to be one of them. He obeys the order with a resigned expression, then looks at the angry lot and gives their lead one final warning to stop and go away while they still can. 

The gang leader, blinded as he is by pure hatred, doesn’t listen, of course. No wonder, they rarely do. He makes a pompous speech about finding his purpose in liberating as many worlds as he can. After all, the whole universe is in chaos and about to perish anyway, so his kind can finally become the force the universe needs to set the things in the right way, which naturally means, in their own twisted way, and not without sacrifices. He briefly mentions the other nine galaxies that had to be wiped clean, and the Doctor slowly starts to lose his patience. In the end, the young man wonders how such a feeble old misunderstanding of a being can be a Time Lord, and asks, eventually, if the dusty old grandpa has some last words to say before he dies in this forgotten ugly place, all alone and without a single soul to mourn him. The grandpa in question perks up at that.

“Me?” the Doctor gives a chuckle and shakes his head in what looks like an amused disappointment. “Oh, dear boy," he rasps, "what in the whole universe made you think I’m alone?” 

The boy is surely a man, and certainly not dear. He knows it, and that is why he switches off the safety on his weapon. His sneer fades as he pulls the trigger and fires a bullet aiming right into the Doctor’s head. 

His eyes, however, grow even wider as said bullet turns out to be stuck in a time loop right in front of the Doctor’s forehead. After a moment of complete silence, the gang leader hears screams of his fellow mates and his eyes catch a moving silhouette a few feet behind the Doctor. Soon he can outline its details: the creature appears to be a rather short female, whose old saggy clothes are so torn they barely stick to her body. Her expression, though, tells a different story. It is tense and utterly angry, her wild eyes are ready to kill with their golden gleam. 

The Doctor looks for a while at the blinking motion of a bullet that makes its rounds in desperate attempts to reach his head but gets immediately thrown back again, and then turns his attention back to the leader.

“Have you met my friend here?” the Doctor says in the most unperturbed voice imaginable. 

The alien points the gun on his new target, but the raggedy creature splashes a wave of golden light that knocks down his whole gang at once. One by one they start dissipating into the piles of dust until the remnants of the last blue-skinned creature are floating down in the dimming light.

The Doctor gets up from his knees without turning to look at the woman.

“Thought you might show up,” he says casually then goes to the pile of dust that used to be a hostile living being just some moments ago, crouches over it, and scoops some grains with his fingers.

“You know, one of those days you might be the one to finally bite it,” the woman remarks, pointedly looking at the dust on the Doctor's fingers as she approaches him. She offhandedly gestures towards the bullet to release it from its little temporal trap, and it crashes into the nearest wall with a final bright sparkle. 

The Doctor considers her words for a while, then looks at her and smiles, “Nah, young lady, I had it all perfectly under control.” He stands up and dusts his hands off.

"Oh, did you now?" she muses. The girl still looks quite menacing with her glowing eyes and messy hair, but the corners of her mouth turn slightly up. 

"Oh, come off it, Bad Wolf girl," he pretends to chastise. "What would you do for the fun of it, if you didn't have to save this old man every once in a while?" 

A part of him still feels like a prey she keeps playing with and expects her to make that deathly leap at any moment. The other part of him just loves her company. 

"You are turning it into a full time job, Doctor", she counters back, smiling.

"Don't call me that," he pleads quietly, his expression earnest, "You know my name." He averts his gaze and starts looking at the morning sun peeking above the horizon.

"I've got to go," she says with a hint of sadness, "Next time, be a darling and try to stay out of trouble. It will be over soon, I promise." That's the only reassurance she can give, whatever "it" or "soon" really means.

The meditative silence that settles is a comforting moment to kick off the day.

"Suppose I am a darling," the Doctor continues after a while, holding his hands behind his back, and squinting his eyes, still stubbornly examining the sun, "would you visit me sometime when I am not at the brink of death?"

She ponders.

"Maybe, one day," she surprises him with her answer, "if you behave, that is."

Now he is ninety-seven percent certain she is mocking him. He shakes his head. After all, he concludes, someone finally finds him amusing for a change.

"I always wanted to go to Barcelona, you know. An interesting planet, they say," he still faces the sun. She nods, then abruptly stops, puzzled, then nods again. 

"Dogs with no noses?" her question sounds more like a statement.

"Dogs with no noses," he genuinely laughs. 

The Bad Wolf girl takes one of his hands and turns her gaze to the sun the Doctor is so preoccupied with. They stay like that for a while. Then, the cold wind blows and wakes the Doctor out of his reverie. He looks at his now empty hand and returns it to the other behind his back. The Time Lord takes a deep breath, throws one last glance at the rising sun, and turns around, ready to meet the day.

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‘He imprinted himself,’ Jackie always said. ‘Like a chick.’ Rose would point out that she’d been a baby, so technically she was the chick. ‘Trust me,’ Jackie would say, ‘Mickey’s the chick.’

So, I’m rereading Rose novelisation these days (cause, boy, I love RTD’s writing), and then I stumble upon this passage and I just can’t. And this ‘chick’ grew into the badass and married just as badass and gorgeous woman. That’s one proper Smith & Jones for ya!

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Finally, after two weeks of intense working days and absolutely sudden discovery of the concept of private life (and trying to make sense of it instead of just running away scared), I’ve got a few hours to dedicate to my two loveable dorks today. Love the chapter and loooove writing Tentoo (loving Rose is my default state)

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Donna roasting Ten for all he’s worth is my favourite type of Donna.

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Mood: cooking dinner and getting all teary-eyed as soon as Rose’s theme starts playing somewhere from my Spotify archives.