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to the end of the universe

In which Rose does not let go, and she and the Doctor start on the path to creating forever together. (Rose/Ten, mature; Doomsday fix-it. AO3.)

A birthday present for my beloved @rowofstars <333333

Her fingers slipped on the lever, and she screamed, a sound of pure terror.

“Hold on!” he shouted over the howling wind, his hearts in his throat, willing the breach to close before the Void could swallow her up too.

As he watched, she screwed her face up in determination, and over the course of several agonizing moments, she managed to pull herself up enough to wrap her arms around the lever, and held on for dear life. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, afraid that if he looked away, the Void would claim her.

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I......... OMG INCREDIBLE NINE AU FIC!!!!!!!

(BTW, if you missed it, James is Jimmy Stone.  ::rolls eyes at self::)

dragons don’t ever really leave their princesses (and their princesses never really want them to go)

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nine/rose, road trip :)

Slightly NSFW - Thanks for the prompt!

Running, moving, speeding, that was their life now.  That was the easy part.  Watching him scream as his biology was rewritten by the Chameleon Arch still left Rose nauseous and her insides shaking.  She’s never really hated anyone or thing before that moment.

She hated the Family for what the Doctor went through…all to spare their lives.

She hoped they were worth it.  One bright spot had been how the centuries of guilt had been erased leaving in its place her Doctor but with less burdens weighing him down.

Dr. James Smyth, rebel, physician, and infatuated with his lovely assistant…her.  Rose had at first blushed at how much more openly affectionate and teasing he was.  But riding on the back of a Harley, clinging to his leather clad back, racing down long stretches of highway, changed her perspective.  It was still them hurling their way from adventure to adventure only in America.

Sometimes it was at a diner, a greasy spoon, they called them in America.  Helping a single mother cope with the loss of her husband; standing strong with townspeople at the mercy of a gang; and finding a less lethal solution than guns.  Sometimes it was working at a free clinic to help immigrant farm workers.

Always, it was the two of them, hand in hand, racing onward to the next stop.  Sometimes he still had nightmares.  They were in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere when she crawled in bed with him.

“Monsters, I see them in my drams – metallic pepper pot robots, Rose.  And they kill everything.”  His voice trembled.  Rose held him running her fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, Doctor.  They’re just nightmares.”  Except they weren’t and she was all too aware of how real the danger was.

“Felt real.”  He shifted and cupped her cheek, calloused fingers oh so gentle traced against her skin.

“They’re not always nightmares.  Sometimes I dream about us.  I mean not us on the road but in space.”  Rose smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

“And what are we up to?”

“Everything!”  He grinned and his blue eyes lit up.  “Saving people, running and visiting the past or the future.  Not too far off from our lives here except–”

“Except what?” she asked at his pause and how his eyes dimmed.

“Lonelier because I don’t tell you things.  We talk but never about what’s important.”  He stilled and gripped her shoulders.

“I need to tell you, Rose.”  His voice deepened.  “All of this, all we do, the traveling, the work…it’s all been fantastic because of you.  I–” His throat worked and he looked down.

“Doctor, I love what we do too.” She bit her lip hoping it would soothe him.

“No!” His voice was so adamant she startled.  “It’s more than that.  You mean more to me.  You’re…oh Rose, you are the stars, the cosmos, and the entire universe to me.”  He leaned his forehead against hers.  “I love you, Rose Tyler.”

She should leave.  This wasn’t him, her Doctor.  Yet it was and the watch she’d carried, dangling on a chain around her chest, always next to her heart heated her skin whispering yes.

Tears pricked her eyes. “I love you too, my Doctor.”  As they kissed and shoved clothing aside, Rose hoped her Doctor would understand, one day when he was whole.  The watch flared hot against her skin as they made love, the Doctor sheathed inside of her didn’t even notice the glowing Gallifreyan symbols.

It wasn’t until the next town, in the middle of desert, when everything blew up, literally.  While enjoying the best burritos she’d ever had, a young boy, Eduardo, approached her, bruised and a haunted look in his deep brown eyes.

He knew monsters.  

The ranch outside of town corralled more than cattle.  Hundreds of men and woman seeking refuge had been enslaved, used and treated like animals more than people.  The Family had taken the form of the ranch hands.

Amidst screams, blood and explosions, in a dusty barn that smelled of horses and death, Rose convinced her Doctor to open the watch.  

“I don’t want to leave you,” he begged, tears glistening in his eyes.

“You won’t.  I’ll always be with you no matter who you are.”  She yanked him against her snogging him until he opened the watch, a golden glow and warmth enveloping them.  Tears streaking through dust on her cheeks, she pulled back to find ancient, weary eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Rose choked out.

“I’m not.”  He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips.  “Stay here.”

“I can’t leave you.”

“Rose Tyler, you’ve done your work.  It’s time for me to do mine.”  

He stomped his booted heel on the floor breaking a hidden lock and opened up the old wooden door.  Terrified faces peered through the dust, coughing and whimpering.

“Help them.”  He turned and walked out.

Rose heard a few explosions and then silence as she helped people out of the old, cramped cellar.  She led them into the house to care for their wounds, feed and give them water.  The Doctor arrived later with help.

It all happened so fast she barely had time to think much less feel.  Until faced with the Harley and him standing next to her.

“Best get back to the TARDIS.”  

Rose nodded numbly, a part of her ready to leave this particular adventure behind but also mourning a life they’d lived.

He tipped her chin up.  “You all right?”

“I’m always all right,” she said in a quiet voice trying to hold onto a shred of strength still left.“Rose, about human me–”

“You don’t have to–”

“I do,” he inserted.  “It was still me.  Everything he said was me.”  He kicked at the dusty ground.  “Well maybe not the daft human who insisted on junk food.”  He rolled his eyes.  “What I mean is I meant what other me said.  I love you.  But you don’t have to–”

Rose launched herself at him, mouth hungry for his, infusing every bit of emotion in her to convince him that yes she loved him with every fiber of her being.

When they parted, a manic smile lighted his face.  “So, back on the road and through time and space?”

“Always with my Doctor.”

Rose clung to his back as they roared down the highway and maybe she even sighed a little at the irony of riding into the sunset.

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♥♥♥ 

ar’s fantastic story and a wonderful happy sequel!!!

White Blond Curls

Pairing: Tentoo/Rose

Link on Teaspoon

Rating: Adult

“Have you ever thought about children?” he asks, whispered low as if he doesn’t want the gently falling snow brushing against their window to hear.  She’s already wrapped around his reclining form but she draws him closer and buries her face in his chest, needing the artificial layer of privacy as she analyses his question in her mind, his words rolling around on her tongue. His heart is beating faster than usual, she notices, and knows this isn’t an idle post-coital bliss type of question. It’s not as if they shy away from the topic; she’s off-handedly and oh-so-casually praised his interactions with Tony numerous times, even commenting once that he would be a great father. But they’ve never had this conversation. This grown-up, responsible, mature conversation, and she feels the sting of cortisol and adrenaline shoot through her veins. Her heart speeds up to beat in time with his. She considers making light of his question, reciting a smooth joke or retort, but she also knows that her lips are so close to his solitary heart that her words might break it. Instead she softly kisses the thin layer of delicate skin left protecting it and slowly trails her way up to his lips. “Yes.” The word resonates through their mouths where she intoned it and she can taste the tang of electric anticipation spark from his tongue.  He shifts his hips so that their bodies are side by side, turned toward each other. His hand reaches over and strokes up her jawline with the pad of his thumb. It circles her ear, tucking back an errant strand of hair as it goes.  His question has been answered, the communication cycle technically complete, but the unspoken intentions and subtext hang in the room like shimmering spirits. She can almost see them, hovering in her periphery, and closes her eyes.  “I had a baby, once,” she blurts out before she can think better of it, or to segue into that final secret in a more delicate fashion. Before she can push it down and pretend to forget about it again. 

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I know, I know... It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here.  I’m sorry; I’m so sorry!

This is what’s been taking most of my time, sooo... I’m posting the update here also. ;)

updates: April 9 - June 4

So here we are again, and this time with more organisation! (Everyone snickers quietly at me in the background…) There are Things to Tell!

Said several times before, it bears repeating that all of the lists are up and working again! Wo0t!!

Organisation the First: if a fic contains newly added fic, it actually says that right there on the list! Look! It’s there! ;)

Organisation the Second: We really had no particular way of organising fic within each list, so I’ve been alphabetizing lists by title. I’m about halfway through (?).

And finally, what, if anything, you may really want to know! ;)

   NEW LISTS POSTED:

Classics: DoctorxAlt!Rose

Classics: TwelvexRose

   NEW FIC ADDITIONS TO EXISTING LISTS:

This includes both new fic, new fic added to more than one list, and fic that was already on other lists but was added to another list as well.

THE BEGINNER’S GUIDE

The Forgetting by Kalleah, added to the Spoiler-Free Doomsday Survival List

The Wind by Night by @tripwirealarm, added to the Journey’s End Survival List

CLASSICS

at ease by @lauraxxtennant (all ages) | and Barely Breathing by @sundialgirl (tala_hiding) (teen, hurt/comfort, happy-ending angst); added to Classics: NinexRose

Living is a Problem Because Everything Dies by Weasleywasborninabin | and Out of Joint by ZollnerIllusion (WIP, all ages); added to Classics: TwelvexRose (added after initial post)

The Lily and the Wolf by PhillipaSomerville (teen, TenxHistorical!Rose, angst warning), added to Classics: DoctorxAlt!Rose

TROPES

Never Let You Fall by @lillibetm3 (NinexRose, teen), added to Amnesia

Somewhere Beautiful by @caedmonfaith (NinexRose, teen), added to Cold (huddling for warmth)

Chained by Aeolist (TenxRose, adult), added to Drinking Games

Got Your Back by Just Another Tin Dog (TenxRose, teen), added to Massages

It’s the Last Time by @goingtothetardis (NinexRose, teen, Jimmy Stone) | Rest by @caedmonfaith (DoctorxRose, baby!fic, teen) | and Untitled by @thebadddestwolf (TenxRose, teen, Jimmy Stone); added to Protective Doctor

THEMES

Illusions of the Sunlight by @dimensionhoppingrose (TenxRose, teen, character death), added to Angst: AU angst

Becoming One Again by @lastbluetardis (teen) | If we burn, we burn together by EmilyHelena (teen) | and to lead myself here by @goingtothetardis; added to Reunion!Fic

running scared by @lvslie (Twelve, TentooxRose, teen), added to Reunion!Fic: The Doctor visits TentooxRose

HURT/COMFORT

that we whisper by @lvslie (teen), added to Nightmares: TenxRose

Each Mark by @goingtothetardis (TenxRose implied, dimension!hopping rose, teen, possible tw), added to Scars

EP REWRITES/FIXITS

Rose in s3:

Thanks to @thedalektables (thank you for everything you do!), we’ve added:

Her Forever by LoveAvonTARDIS(teen, WIP)

The Old Team by @emkaywho (teen)

Promises of Forever and New Beginnings by IAmTheBadWolf1990 (adult)

Searching the Stars by Singingfrogs (teen)

DOCTOR RELATED THEMES

Who We Are by @wordsintimeandspace (Fem!TenxRose, AU, teen, active WIP), added to Fem!Doctor

ROSE RELATED THEMES

It’s the Last Time by @goingtothetardis (NinexRose, teen) | and Untitled by @thebadddestwolf (TenxRose, teen); added to Rose’s Past: Jimmy Stone

Pull of the Light by @goingtothetardis (TenxRose, all ages), added to Rose Falls Into the Void

Until next time!

♥ (pyf)

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Heheheeeee!!

The Sword in the Stone

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Ten x Rose

Summary: The Doctor tells Rose the real story behind the sword in the stone. It’s not quite what she thinks.

Notes: Hello lovely people! This is my response for this week’s @timepetalsprompts drabble prompt ‘stone’. This is utterly silly and ridiculous and serves no purpose at all except to allow me to bask in the silly :) It’s in 5 x 100 word drabbles (or just over, possibly). Hope you enjoy!

Also on A03.

“You’re havin’ me on.”

“Nope.” The Doctor grinned.

Rose stared at the Doctor. “You’re seriously tellin’ me that the Sword in the Stone was real?”

“Yep! Really real!” He nodded emphatically. “But King Arthur didn’t pull it out- that was pure legend. Actually, the sword belonged to the Ancient Tyrethians – a relic of one of their princes and they wanted it back. They took the whole lot back to their planet- stone and all.”

She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t….How does a sword…an alien sword… get stuck in a stone in the first place?”

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Ahhh, a lovely bit of protective!Nine... ♥.♥

It's Nothing || Drabble Request

“What’s that,” the Doctor said. There was no inflection in his tone, no curvature to his words to suggest a question. It was a statement. A demand. He demanded to know what that disfigurement on Rose’s skin was.

Rose gave a start and narrowed her eyes at the mirror in front of her. The leather-clad figure stood icily in the doorway behind her. “’S nothin,” she slurred and let the soft hem of her teeshirt fall back loosely around her torso. “You should’ve knocked,” she added with forced lightheartedness. “This is the wardrobe room. I was changing. Might’ve seen somethi–”

“Rose,” the Doctor stopped her. His eyes were sharp, body rigid and tensed like a protective, territorial jungle cat.

“It’s nothing,” Rose insisted. “Just…” She met his eyes by way of the mirror. Even a reflection of the crystal blue cut right through her. She sighed. “Jimmy. Jimmy Stone.”

The Doctor walked somberly over to Rose and stopped directly behind her. She didn’t turn toward him, instead watching his approach in the mirror. He reached down and ever so gently worked the fabric of her teeshirt back up to around midtorso. Rose shivered at his touch, his fingers undoubtedly cool from working with the cold metal of the TARDIS. The pulling back of the cotton revealed a pinkish scar about two inches long on Rose’s side. “Tell me,” the Doctor breathed almost inaudibly, running his thumb along the puckered skin. His breath was warm against Rose’s neck. Goosebumps spread over her skin like frost over a flower petal.

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A Sexuality (1/1)

If there’s a prize for “Slowest Author in the World”, I should probably one of the nominees at the very least. @natural–blues​ posted the prompt for this back in August and I fell absolutely in love with it. Then real life kicked in which made it very hard to simultaneously have both time and inspiration. I was hoping to have it done by Asexuality Awareness Week in October (particularly as @timepetalsprompts​ dedicated the whole week for it), but it appears as if I missed that particular deadline with a few months. Ahem.

Better late than never, right?

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

A Sexuality (1/1)

Summary: Tonight is the night. The Doctor prepares himself for his first night together with Rose. (Deals with asexuality)

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classics: Ten x Rose

Whew!  Wow.  This list has been a long time in the making, and after hours of checking links, adding info, etc., it’s ready!!!  For DoctorxRose shippers, Ten is undeniably the one with the most fic, and there are a huge number of TenxRose fics to consider “classics.”

Thank you to everyone who answered our call for more recs!!  (I mentioned all of you awesome people at the bottom, and I hope I got everyone!!!)

This is a looooooooong list, and I know we’re still just scratching the surface, so further recs are, of course, always loved and cherished!  Please rec more to your heart’s content!

Organised by rating and length.  Other lists to which the fic does or will belong are noted as well.  Please don’t forget to check author’s ratings and warnings.  This is a very diverse collection!

* = multichapter

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Oh, this is soooooooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooooooooooo-oooooooooooddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is no smoking in this fic - but there are confessions from both sides and some angsty happies...  ♥.♥

Hello! Do you take prompts? I hate smoking, I don't like the smell and I think it's unhealthy, but I think it's quite... interesting in fics? So Tentoo x Rose cigarettes? If you don't want to just ignore the message that will be fine. Have a great day!

Rating: TeenPairing: Tentoo x RoseSummary: The Doctor discovers something curious while cleaning a room.Tags: Established relationship, reference to past drinking/smoking/cigarettes, confessions/revelationsWords: ~1,900Find it: AO3Notes: Smoking is not my thing, but for some reason the prompt really intrigued me and I rolled with it. I really hope the prompter sees this! Thanks to @caedmonfaith for the quick read through and giving me some feedback on the smoking bits.

Revelations After

The Doctor huffs in frustration and places his hands on his hips as he contemplates the clutter inside the spare room, which is more like closet. Well, an oversized closet packed almost floor to ceiling with alien tech he’ll eventually need for their TARDIS.

There’s really no more room for anything else until he and Rose can finally pack up their belongings and start their new adventure together in Scotland. Despite his frustration with their current lack of space, however, the Doctor is content to wait for one very important reason.

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This is wonderful...  Happies... ♥♥

Frozen in Time

For @timepetalsprompts weekly drabble prompt “New.” I think I just wanted to see how many terrible winter adjectives I could cram into 500 words. Every year, I attempt some kind of “Holiday” fic and post it six months later, lol. I’m only a few weeks late this time!

Pairing: Ten x Rose

Length: 500 words

He brings her to a place where the sky is a brilliant white and the ground is a dazzling, sparkling blue. Hoary branches coated with shimmering ice bow beneath the weight, while flowers tipped with frost impossibly bloom and stretch toward the unseen sun.

“’s beautiful,” Rose breathes beside him. Awed, she ventures into the winter wonderland and he eagerly follows.

They stroll through snow-capped firs, equipped with wool-lined boots and special insulated jackets from the twenty-fourth century. He talks about the planet’s atmosphere, the snowstorms, the sun and the moons; but the facts aren’t as important anymore as Rose stops before him.

The trees have thinned and they’re standing on the banks of a frozen river. The moment life ended for this planet is captured vividly in the glittering arcs of water that will never flow or fall again. Not for years. If he peers through the glassy sheen, he can see fish trapped and preserved swimming upstream. Their scales are like sapphires and Rose stoops to stroke her gloved finger over the block of ice above them.  

“When does it change?” she wonders, tilting her head up towards him. He doesn’t understand her question; the word change always provokes too many ideas; dangerous, forbidden ideas. “Does all this melt one day?” She motions to the silent beauty around her.

“Oh, not for another two thousand years,” he says lightly and squints up at the sky. “The sun dies,” he tells her, “But one day it’ll orbit a new star and then the whole world will start anew.”

“It won’t be the same though,” Rose says, standing. They gaze around them at the evidence of a scene that was paused in a single second, and then lovingly caressed and locked in a breathtaking icy chamber for centuries.

“It won’t be the same,” he agrees and wraps his arm around her shoulders. Pulling her close, he wishes that he could freeze this moment between the two of them forever, like the world around him. He’s been running his whole life, but right now he wants to stand still, just like this, for as long as possible. Rose sighs against his chest and his hearts flutter.

“It will change,” he whispers and presses a kiss to her hair. “But it’ll be new,” he assures her and touches his lips to her brow, “and it’ll be different.” Rose tips her head back and looks up at him through thick lashes.

“’s not always a bad thing,” she concedes and loops her arms around his neck

“No, it’s not,” he says, swallowing and cupping her rosy cheek. “Sometimes - sometimes it’s better.”

Rose smiles and suddenly she’s kissing him.

It’s something new, something different, something wonderful.

And for one blissful moment, they’re frozen in time.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s dazed and everything’s changed. Rose is flushed and her breath puffs like smoke between them.

“Better?” she asks shyly.

“Much better.”

He beams and tugs her in for another warm kiss.

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AAAHHH!!  THIS!!  THIS THIS THIS!  More please!!

AU - Forgery by Fob Watch - “Everything has its time and everything dies.” His own words attempted to remind her on a rational level that this arrangement of him hiding out as a human wouldn’t last forever, but her resolve to prevent herself from throwing her entire being into the act of pretending to be the Doctor’s wife wavered every single time he walked through the door wearing a full toothed smile after a hard day’s work. 

For as much as this life seemed to appeal to Rose, she ached to return to the pulse racing, heart pounding, not-sure-if-they’ll-make-it-out-alive lifestyle that came with travelling in the TARDIS. And for a while, Rose was more than certain the Doctor felt the same way, but the longer the charade lasted, his behavior proved otherwise.

The Doctor’s choice to use the Chameleon Arch to hide his identity was a weighty decision, but his concern over Rose’s safety trumped his reticence and drove him into transforming himself into married teacher Nathan Smith, whose greatest arch-nemesis had become the alarm clock resting beside his bed-well, their bed.

Although memory loss was a side effect of using the Chameleon Arch, his subconscious soaked itself into the domestic bliss like it was floating in a large hot tub. Working as everyone’s favourite teacher and educating excited children, coming home to Rose every Friday carrying a fresh bouquet of flowers to brighten up the kitchen, indulging in badly written prime-time soaps, falling in contented slumber on the couch with Rose under his arm…All of it, an innermost want that went down to his bones, fully realized and giving him a deep sense of satisfaction.

With one vulnerable, heartfelt “I love you” uttered from his lips, Rose’s resolve completely shattered as she crashed into his arms and placed a searing kiss on his mouth. And then the sex followed…The most heated, intoxicating, unrestrained sex that burned with the degrees of a million kelvins; their bodies, canvasses to paint all of their declarations of love onto. 

But for all of the fulfillment found in using the Chameleon Arch, the biggest question loomed over them whilst they lingered in the afterglow…

When all is said and done, what happens to them when the Doctor returns?

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promisedyouforever:

If you’re not reading Heirs and Graces, the amazing NinexRose collab by Leather Fetish, aka @caedmonfaith, @rishidiams, @beth51276, and @wipedcleanbysummer  - YOU ARE MISSING THE BEST THING EVER!!!

GO READ! :D

It’s here on Ao3, or here on Teaspoon!!  They’re updating every Monday and Thursday, and there are only a few chapters left.  I’M DYIN’!!!!!!

heirs and graces

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Fun Facts about Time Lords and Ladies for People Who RP/Write Fanfic About Them

AKA: There’s more biologically interesting stuff than just two hearts and the ability to regenerate [all facts taken from here]

Gallifreyans don’t sleep as much as humans do- they really only need an hour.

If one is severely injured, they’ll go into a sort of healing coma and appear to be dead with a temperature that could reach below freezing point. Their hearts beats would only be around 10bpm.

Their normal body temperature is also significantly lower than humans at only 60°F or 16°C.

Any mental manipulation powers (hypnosis, mind reading, ect) requires physical contact, though with some difficulty they can also communicate telepathically over a greater distance.

Gallifreyan blood has special platelets that allow for better recovery from an injury that doesn’t require regeneration.

In addition to being able to survive with just one heart, Time Lords can also gain conscious control over the beating of their hearts allowing them fake death by stopping them if they so wished.

They don’t have lungs.

No, seriously they’ve got a system of pulmonary tubes instead which means they float in water like a freaking boat.

But they do have 26 ribs (probably- some bits of canon say 24).

There’s also a respiratory bypass systems which means they can survive being choked/ poison gas/drowning/ect.

Sadly helium gas doesn’t make their voices squeaky.

Some sources say that Gallifreyans are born/loomed with only one heart in their first body and get their second only after regeneration. Those born naturally before the Pythia’s curse thing had two right from the start, though (this is a whole ‘nother bit of canon that I still have to fully understand myself).

They have two livers, too.

Ok this next bit is one of my favorites pay attention:

Time Lords and Ladies can get drunk/are susceptible to the effects of alcohol.

However, they can easily shrug the effects off because of their metabolism.

BUT

BUT IF THERE IS GINGER IN IT THEY CAN’T.

SERIOUSLY WHY ARE THERE NOT MORE FICS ABOUT THE DOCTOR GOING “OOPS DARN THERE’S GINGER IN THIS AND NOW I’M SUPER DRUNK AND MAKING EVEN WORSE DECISIONS THAN NORMAL. WHEEEEE CATCH ME ROSE/RIVAH/WHOEVER YOU SHIP HIM WITH!”

Don’t give them anesthetic though if they might die because that could make them not regenerate and that wouldn’t be good. Plus it doesn’t really work that well. 

DON’T GIVE THEM ASPIRIN EITHER THAT KILLS THE TIME LORD.

But the antidote is chocolate so.

Also they don’t need to brush their teeth really since tooth decay isn’t a thing that happens for them.

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And now this needs to be reblogged to the fic rec blog!  Heh...oops.

The Water of Life

For @timepetalsprompts weekly drabble prompt “rain”. This is my first attempt at a drabble and one of my first forays into the mind bogglingly brilliant world of Doctor Who. Hopefully it’s not complete crap!

Pairing:Ten x Rose

Length:300 words

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The Doctor’s seen countless wonders in his centuries, but nothing like this. It’s raining. For the first time in five hundred and thirty seven years, it’s raining in the barren wasteland. This lifeless planet had been abandoned centuries ago, left to an exiled, forsaken and dying race, but now…

The cracks fill with water, the baked desert land softens to muddy clay, and the ground shifts beneath them. The grateful blue skinned Elder bows down to them, as his people feel relief from the heat for the first time in their lives. They’re smiling, laughing, spinning and dancing, stripping their protective layers off, crying, and kneeling to kiss the damp, moist ground at their feet.

And suddenly the Doctor can envision it in a golden shimmering timeline of possibility; one day in the future this planet could be a thriving popular tourist attraction known for the loveliest gardens in the galaxy. But what will draw him back here over and over again is the exquisitely beautiful rose bush that’ll be planted beneath their feet in her honor, and will survive centuries after she’s gone…

“Rose.”

She turns to him, grinning with her eyes alight with the same spark of life that she gave back to this world. Her hair’s wet and her clothes are filthy from running and digging. He marvels at her youth, her size, her fragility, and yet, she’s so incredibly strong, brave and brilliant. She’s his perfect companion. He needs her and he wants her. He opens his mouth to say something, but three desperate words surface instead.

“Stay with me.”

“Forever,” she promises.

Their eyes lock. The floodgates open; the dam breaks.

She leans in and he finally lets go.

He kisses her in the pouring rain as a whole world bursts into life around them.

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BUT PIQUED

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THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY USEFUL THANK YOU

ADDITIONALLY:

YOU ARE NOT ‘PHASED’. YOU ARE ‘FAZED.’

IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.

ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME

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BREATH - THE NOUN FORM

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE

WANDER - TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY

WONDER - TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)

DEFIANT - RESISTANT DEFINITE - CERTAIN

WANTON - DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)

WONTON - IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING

BAWL- TO SOB/CRY

BALL- A FUCKING BALL

YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT

AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.

THANK YOU.

*slams reblog*

IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.

SLEIGHT - DEXTERITY, ARTIFICE, CRAFT (FROM ‘SLY’) SLIGHT - VERY LITTLE, FRAIL, DELICATE

IT’S ‘SLEIGHT OF HAND’.

CAN I ADD TO THIS TOO?

IT’S NOT ‘COULD OF’, THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER. IT’S ‘COULD HAVE’. SAME APPLIES TO ‘SHOULD HAVE’.

And this is why my students look at me as though I’m the devil when I try to tell them that no i’m not lying this really is a thing

It’s not “you’ve got another thing coming,” it’s “you’ve got another think coming” because the first thought you had was incorrect so you need to try again.

“FOR ALL INTENSIVE PURPOSES” MAKES NO SENSE!  THE CORRECT PHRASE - FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES - SAYS IN LEGALESE EXACTLY WHAT IS ON THE TIN! 

Oooh, more homophone and grammar mistakes pointed out!  Fantastic!

[readingroomrose]

lvslie:

A/N: The story of this here ficlet is long and turbulent. To begin with, I needed a break from academic writing. First, I came up with a cracky thing which I wound up being discontented with. So I wrote out a deliciously angsty interlude. Then I hoped to incorporate it to the said cracky fic. Didn’t work. I deleted the said fic. Couldn’t get the angsty idea out of my head, though. Restless, I dug a bit through @timepetalsprompts. Found an old, old theme –– Do you think I could try again? Got excited. Tweaked and changed and rewrote a lot. And here is the final product. Summary: The Doctor and Rose think their entire life was a projection as they struggle to communicate in a foreign dimension which imposes other identities on them and meddles with the memories. Angst ensues. And fluff, in the end. Rating: T Pairing: Ten x Rose  Side note: This is not RPF.

“Kiss me,” he ground out, his voice a mixture of pleading and demanding, urgent. “Kiss me, remind me that I still exist. Remind me that in some other life you have loved me, even if you don’t now. Please … Billie.”

Rose inhaled sharply and took a step back, fruitlessly trying to escape his intent gaze.

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This is amazing and angsty and gorgeous and thinky and happy in the end just flat out

BEAUTIFUL

in a way that the word “beautiful” cannot begin to describe.

WOW.

dionysia