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' got  no  a  levels.  no  job,  no  future.  but  i'll  tell  you  what  i  have  got  -  jericho  street  junior  school  under  seven's  gymnastics  team  :  i  got  the  bronze.  '

ᏰᏗᎴ ᏇᎧᏝᎦ. : an  ind.  +  sel.  +  low  activity  portrayal  of  rose tyler  from  bbc's  dr.  who.  mutually  exclusive.  est.  02/22.  penned  by  soph.

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it's  been  strange,  to  say  the  least.  going  from  full-time  space  traveller  to  ...  not  being  that,  it's  quite  the  adjustment.  rose  had  never  dared  dream  of  all  the  things  she'd  come  to  see  -  and  equally,  she'd  never  been  able  to  imagine  ever  going  back  to  the  mundane.  ever  leaving  him  and  that  life.  or  -  well,  being  left  behind,  rather.  she  rarely  thinks  of  it  these  days,  but  she  dreams  about  it,  nearly  every  night.  the  heart  of  the  tardis,  saving  jack,  destroying  the  daleks.  that  kiss.  the  doctor  absorbing  the  bundled  power  of  the  time  vortex  -  only  to  disappear. 

it's  not  like  jack  and  rose  had  grown  impatient  -  oh,  they'd  waited.  and  waited,  and  waited.  and  when  jack  had  finally  grown  tired  of  waiting,  he'd  charmed  the  first  person  he  found  into  letting  him  'borrow'  their  vortex  manipulatr.  and  one  incredibly  uncomfortable  journey  later  rose  was  back  home.  and  she'd  stay  that  way.  jackie  was  overjoyed  -  rose  was  inconsoleable. 

back  to  normal.  back  to  reality.  back  to  henrik's,  which  has  been  rebuilt,  apparently,  in  the  year  she's  missed.  and  they  were  happy  to  give  her  her  old  job  back  -  turns  out  nobody  really  wants  to  work  at  a  place  where  the  mannequins  came  to  life  and  caused  the  building  to  blow  up.  rose  tyler.  shop  girl  once  more.

the  days  pass  by  unbelievably  slow.  her  co-worker  gently  nudges  her,  nods  behind  her.  a  customer  asking  for  her,  rose  doesn't  bother  looking.  "  be  with  you  in  a  minute,  mate.  "

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the  telltale  wheezing  of  the  tardis  materialising  has  her  nearly  drop  her  cup  of  tea  -  she  never  know  when  to  expect  it.  this  time  it's  been  two  days,  maybe  three  ?  time  is  funny  concept,  'specially  to  a  full-time  traveler.  time-traveler,  too.  she's  grabbed  her  backpack  -  always  packed,  ready  to  go  -  and  has  pressed  a  kiss  goodbye  to  jackie's  cheek  before  her  mother  can  even  open  her  mouth  to  complain.  out  the  door,  she  flies  down  the  stairs,  nearly  tripping  over  her  scarf  as  she  wraps  it  'round  on  the  way  down.  no  time  to  lose  !

even  after  a  year,  she's  still  filled  with  the  same  excitement.  she  wonders  if  it'll  ever  cease,  suspects  not.  out  the  front  door  and  there  it  is,  in  all  its  glory,  the  blue  box.  her  second  home.  or  is  that  title  reserved  for  the  person  who  owns  it  ? 

"  hiya,  stranger.  "  beaming  grin,  she  feels  like  she's  glowing,  skips  the  last  couple  of  steps.  "  long  time  no  see.  "

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BREATH  held  for  god  knows  how  long,  she  doesn't  even  dare  blink,  lest  she  destroy  the  delicate  air  that  has  settled  over  them.  they're  treading  lightly,  venturing  into  uncharted  waters  here,  and  the  way  she  FEELS  for  him,  his  people,  is  inexpressible.  brows  furrowed  into  a  deep,  sympathetic  frown,  she  smiles  through  the  contagiously  melancholic  climate.  "  it  sounds  ...  wonderful.  "  '  beautiful  '  doesn't  even  begin  to  match  the  picture  he's  just  painted  her,  '  amazing  '  sounds  too  feeble,  too.  wonderful  -  WONDROUS.  she's  in  awe  (  and  she's  got  so  many  questions  !  but  she  doesn't  want  to  push  him  -  gee,  rose  has  to  swallow  a  lump  in  her  throat  at  the  thought  of  what  it  must  cost  him  to  even  talk  about  it  )  a  cautious  tug  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  she  offers  an  attempt  to  diffuse  a  little  bit  of  that  tension  :  "  well,  good  job  mum  never  got  to  see  it.  she'd  have  torn  up  that  gold  pavement  with  her  bare  hands.  " 

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" Oh, I wish you could have seen it. Meadows of red, winding streets paved with gold, architecture to marvel and behold - " the Doctor pauses, hesitant to say much more as he averts his gaze. Home is always a difficult thing to talk about, something he seldom brings up out of spite for the pain. " ...I could've shown you so much. "

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❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜

LOOK,  it's  not  like  she  was  off  sick  when  they  held  that  '  stranger  danger  !  '  assembly  in  year  seven.  it's  just  -  travelling  with  an  extraterrestrial,  you  pick  up  a  few  things.  '  don't  wander  off'  ,  '  don't  touch  that  shiny  green  stuff  '  ,  '  more  often  than  not,  the  prime  minister  will  be  an  alien  '  -  by  far  the  most  important  rule  is  a  simple  one  :  if  someone  tells  you  to  RUN,  just  do  it.  sure,  she  might  regret  this  later,  but  right  now  there's  a  50/50  chance  there's  some  SLITHEEN  right  around  the  corner  (  she's  not  taking  that  risk,  thank  you  very  much  )

albeit  still  a  little  apprehensive,  rose  just  nods,  following  in  the  stranger's  footsteps  as  fast  as  possible  while  not  breaking  into  a  full-on  jog.  the  '  no  questions  '  rule,  however,  is  quickly  forgotten.  "  you're  UNIT,  right  ?  "  -  remembering  she's  not  really  supposed  to  ask,  rose  rephrases  -  "  i  mean,  you  look  like  you're  unit.  -  could  be  torchwood,  too,  of  course.  but  you  don't  really  look  like  the  torchwood  type,  y'know  what  i  mean  ?  so  i  reckon  you're  unit,  and  you're  ...  taking  me  to  headquarters  ?  right  ?  "

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" What's so funny? " He's standing there bewildered, blinking at her with wide, innocent eyes and a complex device sitting in his left - of course, he fails to notice the twig protruding from his mess of hair. Abseiling forestry isn't the easiest! He thought he did very well, thank you.

EYES  narrowed,  lips  pressed  into  a  fine  line,  she's  trying  her  hardest  not  to  erupt  into  laughter.  that  twig's  blending  right  in  with  his  hair,  it  is  !  (  it's  not  even  THAT  funny,  she  has  to  admit  -  it's  the  way  he's  so  absolutely  clueless  that  makes  it  hilarious  )  '  nine  hundred  years  old  ',  '  last  of  the  time  lords  ','  the  oncoming  storm  '  rose  tries  her  darndest,  but  the  corners  of  her  lips  twist  up  on  their  own  accord.  "  oh,  nothing.  nothing.  "  got  her  gaze  focused  on  the  floor  now.  just  don't  look,  don't  look.   "  it's  just  -  you  look  a  bit  like  my  year  five  geography  teacher  right  about  now.  spittin'  image,  actually.  "  (  this  is  where  she  takes  pity  on  the  poor  guy,  hand  coming  up  to  disentangle  the  solitary  twig  from  the  nest  he  calls  hair  )  "  he  went  along  on  a  day  trip  to  banstead  woods once.  missed  a  step,  went  face  down  into  a  bush.  when  he  came  back  out  he  looked  like  he  was  part  bush  himself,  he  did.  "

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DAMN  IT.  next  time  just  don't  comment,  don't  say  anything  (  don't  be  daft,  in  essence  )  she  gives  an  apologetic  smile,  fingers  fumble  with  the  frayed  hem  of  her  denim  jacket.  "  no  !  well  -  i  mean  ...  sorry.  "  nose  scrunched  up,  rose  resits  the  urge  to  hide  her  face  behind  her  scarf.  you  know,  like  a  child.  -  teeth  worry  her  bottom  lip  as  she  mirrors  his  raised  brow.  something  ...  is  OFF.  she  can't  quite  put  her  finger  on  it.  something  painstakingly  obvious.  (  "  ROSE  ?  "  he'd  asked,  as  if  he  hadn't  just  dropped  her  off  at  her  mum's  about  an  hour  ago  )  gradually,  her  raised  brow  drops,  replaced  by  an  inquisitive  frown.  "  there's something different about you, ain't there  ?  "

The Doctor was still getting used to not being off on adventures in his TARDIS. He still had it, and he would go her and there. But there was another incarnation of him doing the whole saving the universe thing. He was...could you call it semi retired. Or something like that. He hadn't really thought about it. The Doctor had needed to get out the house for a while and ended up coming for a walk.

He had just stopped to look in a shop window when he heard a voice that he hadn't heard for ages. The Doctor tensed up a bit and turned to look in the direction of where the voice had come from. There was Rose. It was a younger version of her. Although trying to remember when exactly he wasn't sure because it had been so long for him. "Rose?" He said. He had noticed she stopped and looked him over. The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Is that a nice way of saying old?" He asked.

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CAN'T  say  this  is  the  weirdest  thing  she's  ever  seen,  but  it's  not  exactly  typical,  either.  there's  an  awkward,  oddly  nervous  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  -  hands  a  little  clammy,  too,  rose  begins  to  fiddle  with  the  zipper  of  her  worn-out  track  jacket.  (  it  seems  SILLY  to  be  wearing  it  now,  for  whatever  reason  )  they've  gone  past  the  initial  shock  stage.  something  tells  her  the  person  opposite  poses  no  threat,  either,  and  distress  makes  way  for  curiosity.   "  so  ...  "  is  what  she  manages  once  she's  shaken  off  her  momentary  stupor.  staring  at  HERSELF,  or  a  version  of  herself,  rose  finds  herself  unsure,  almost  self-concious.  (  pun  not  intended  )  what  comes  out  next  is  precisely  a  manifestation  of  nineteen-year-old-self-conciousness  "  ...  this  is  what  my  hair  looks  like  from  the  back,  huh  ?"

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THE cheery, airy ' h i y a ' around which her lips have already formed dies down in her throat at the sight of him ; rose stops in her skips, nearly trips over her own feet ( notes not s k i p towards the doctor next time ). there's something ... OFF here. not by much - but at the same time by an outrageousous amount. - there's a long , good l o o k before she breaks the silence. " well. don't you look - " don't say old, don't say old, anything, just don't say old " .... TIRED. "

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ᏰᏗᎴ ᏇᎧᏝᎦ. - “ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ! ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ɴ ᴏ ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴜɴꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ!”

independent, selective, low activity portrayal of ROSE TYLER. penned by soph 22+. google doc. ( revamped 12. 24 )

𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 : 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦' 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥-𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

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ᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ !

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ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ && ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙʙᴄ’ꜱ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴏᴘʜ ( ꜱʜᴇ / ʜᴇʀ ). 22 + . ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴄ .

exploring : grief, girlhood, unconditional empathy, dismantling the ‘dumb blonde’ trope, fernweh, undreamed-of bravery, coming of age in outer space

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DOCTOR WHO ▹ Tooth and Claw

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hello, i am a normal man EXTER--. just let me inside --MIN-- the Tardis --ATE. nothing will happen EXTER-- , come on --MIN--, open up the doors --ATE

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“ ... yeah, not doin’ this today. “

“ definitely not doin’ this. “

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dochaes·:

open starter! plops newly regenerated thirteen at you. if you’re new to my blog, please read my rules before responding, thank you!

❝Oh! Ah.  Had a bit of a fall there!  I’m fine.❞    The same can’t be said about the room she’s landed in, debris everywhere. Lucky she’s freshly regenerated, else this would definitely lead to injuries major enough to make her, well, regenerate. Her? Yes. Weird, no time to process yet, but she’d liked what she briefly caught in her new reflection. Right now? Hopefully she’s not just destroyed someone’s home. Tends to upset people.

She brushes dust off her hair.    ❝Sorry, where am I?❞

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Her fingers still hover over the keyboard, she turns her head, lips parted, watching the woman who had just, quite literally, fallen through the ceiling, in awe, amusement, bewilderment, curiosity, horror - Rose can’t quite make out which one it is, a strange mix of all, she supposes. It was supposed to be a quiet day, she thinks as she looks the other up and down once, twice, a few times. A quiet day. She’s nipped ‘round to Mickey’s to use his computer - and that’s where she’s sat right now, though she can’t quite remember what she’d been looking up, the screen had gone black when - well, when the woman had fallen from the sky - 

“Blimey, you alrigh’? What - I mean, where did you - “ She jumps up to stand next to her, then turns her head to look at the hole in Mickey’s bedroom ceiling. Perhaps she’s just a tad too relaxed for - well, whatever this is. But then again, this wasn’t nearly as strange as some of the things she’d seen. 

Rose blinks in confusion. “Uh, you’re - Powell Estate.” A beat passes, then she adds: “Oh - London, England.” Narrowing her eyes. “....Earth?”

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iamthemaster·:

The Master had to really restrain himself from laughing at her realization of him being the prime minister. It was quite a delightful sight to see, and all he had to do was be Harold Saxon to provoke it. This was going to be easier than he thought. 

“I know what my predecessor was capable of. However, I also know that the Doctor doesn’t exactly have the best ‘work relationship’ with authoritative figures.” Oh, he knew that all too well. “He has quite a bit of lengthy paperwork from years ago to prove it. But I plan to change that because the Doctor is exactly the kind of person this Earth needs, don’t you agree?”

That’s it…relate with them, make them trust you and then lead them into the trap. 

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“Yeah, you could say that.”, Rose said with a scoff, grimaced a little at the memory of countless adventures during which the Doctor had gotten them into trouble - all because of his need to defy authority. Still somewhat wary of the man in front of her - that feeling never really subsided when she ran into someone who asked her questions about the Doctor - she offered him a small smile and a nod. “I do agree, yeah. ‘course.” 

A couple of beats passed before she spoke again. “I - sorry if this sounds, uh, ‘impertinent’, or anythin’, yeah, but....what exactly d’you want with me, then? I reckon you’ve got the Doctor’s number or somethin’ somewhere in your big government records - why not give, say, U.N.I.T a call, or Torchwood.”