northernvinosure

[alllonsy]

@badwolftylcrr / sc!

" 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. "

[savingthrcw]

@badwolftylcrr

It's a weirdly quiet night, starry sky and silence after she apprehended the criminal and gave him to the local authorities, and Jenny already knows she won't be able to sleep. She keeps walking aimlessly, waiting to figure out what to do, looking around to see if there is any trouble she can get in, and finally she has to give up; even if she won't sleep, she needs to at least rest, right? But then there is a flash, almost like lightning from behind her. Spinning around to see, her hand goes to her stun-gun, fingers closing around the handle ready to pull and aim when a blonde woman shows up. There was no blonde anything in that alley just now. "Who are you?" Better have a good answer.

[timelxrd-victorious]

Your Character Arc

𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖈

so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

Stolen from: @rassilcn​

Tagging: @winloseorcharmed, @badassxbirdy, @badwolftylcrr, @thxta​ + whoever wants to do it

[thirtnth]

she had never expected to run into Rose Tyler here. but she supposed she should have been on the lookout for her. the last thing she had expected was to run into her. if she had, she would have avoided her.

but she couldn't say that either. she wouldn't allow companions, especially those she had once loved, fall into a dangerous situation when the Doctor could intervene.

"no. 'm not UNIT. Or Torchwood." she stops for a moment, glancing backwards, letting out a small exhale through her nose.

"Just the Doctor, Rose Tyler. Thought ya' might have recognized me." the fashion sense certainly hadn't gotten any better.

@badwolftylcrr // continued

[anywherexwhen]

Jack: What time is it?

The Doctor: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

The Doctor: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Rose: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

The Doctor: It’s 2 am

[masterlysamtyler]

@badwolftylcrr​ asked for an angst starter sentence:

'why did you do this? - - - why?'

“I didn’t...” do anything? know which levers to pull? want to sent the bells in the cloister room into a panicked concerto?

Sam slowly stepped back from the TARDIS console, hands in the air as a sign of surrender. Too late. They already took off. Without the Doctor. Just Rose and Sam. Drifting through the vortex.

“It was as if something was guiding my hand. Please. You have to believe me!” 

[thedoctornumber11]

Starter for badwolftylcrr

((OOC: This is a starter for @badwolftylcrr ))

The Doctor walked into the TARDIS after a rather long adventure to quite the strange sight.  There was a blonde woman walking around and immediately he recognized who it was.

“Rose?” the Doctor asked, clearly confused and worried, “How are you here?  How is this possible?  It shouldn’t be possible, you were in the other universe!”

[lightofotherstars]

@badwolftylcrr

It's been two days since he last saw Rose, and Mickey can't stop replaying their fight in his head. It's stupid. He knows that. What the hell does he have to offer compared to a magic phone box and Captain Cheesecake? He ought to get over it, have a proper go of things with Trisha Delaney, and move on with his life.

Except he can't bring himself to answer Trisha's calls, so now he feels like an idiot for stringing her along, too. And of course, when Mickey gets back from Cardiff there's his mate Patrice sitting on the doorstep, already complaining about whatever rank bullshit his mum's boyfriend's done now, and - Mickey lets him in to sleep on the sofa, because he's not heartless. It means that he has to sit up at midnight talking Patrice down from some mad get-rich-quick scheme, when what he'd really like to do is mope by himself, but some things are more important than his hurt feelings.

Finally, after two days, Mickey steals a moment away from work and home and Trisha to go for a walk. Clear his head. So of course, it's just his luck that he's not made it ten minutes down the road when he hears the distinctive grinding noise of the TARDIS materialising.

He rubs his face, swears under his breath, and considers walking away. Let her try to find him, for once. Not that she will - didn't even bother to let him know she was alive the first time she came back, did she?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself, says a voice in his head that sounds like his gran. Mickey sighs and turns to find the TARDIS. If he keeps telling himself that she needs him, maybe that'll make it true.

[thebadtimewolf]

+1 ||

@badwolftylcrr​

“So, are you Rose or are you another sucker for that face because let me tell you the decade I’ve been having...”

[sherased]

@badwolftylcrr asked for a one-liner starter!

❛ can you tell me more? about your adventures with my dad? ❜

[timeagxnt-a]

@badwolftylcrr​ gets a starter

Jack glanced over at Rose when she sat beside him at the bar. “The Doctor send you to tell me it’s time to go home?” The TARDIS, home, it was funny to think about. After so many years, he actually had a place to call home again. The corner of his lips turned up in a small grin at the thought. “Or did you sneak out to get a handsome man to buy you a drink?”

[alllonsy]

@badwolftylcrr / cont!

A bit of recon did you good, or so that had been the Doctor's process. He had excitedly bound back to Rose from the treetops, about to provide some lengthy exposition – or at least, had, until she apparently discovered a joke he had not. His lips are pursed into a confused, childish pout as she starts... talking about her geography teacher? What is this leading up to? He finds himself impatient for the answer, at least until she reaches a hand into his strewn roost and untangles a twig from within. His face flushes with both realization and embarrassment, and he refocuses on the gadget in his hands, cheeks puffed.

“ I didn't miss any steps, “ he retorts, sideying the stick in her hands. He pauses for a moment, as if carefully considering or – well – registering his last words. Okay, so it might have been a little more than a step... “ It was more... like several stories of tree branches, and foliage, and nettles, but that's beside the point. Anyway— “

[rcseichor]

&. for the damaged  //  @badwolftylcrr​:  ❛i just thought you’d like some company.❜

she’d found him just staring out at the stars through the open double doors of the tardis.  the hint of wildness that can usually be found in the doctor isn’t present, at the moment.  just quiet contemplation.  “s’ppose i wouldn’t mind company,” he replies after a moment, eyes lingering on her and giving a small smile.  “y'know, i never get tired of this view.  i’ve lived among the stars far longer than anywhere else, and still...”  he goes quiet again, looking back out.  leaning against the door.

[timelxrd-victorious]

@badwolftylcrr​ // from here

It's a kiss that needs no second thoughts, a kiss without maybes, a kiss without consideration. It happens naturally. Because there he is, at the end of that corridor, he stands there and he is, Rose realises, he's there and real and suddenly she's sprinting towards him. Flushed cheeks, shaky breaths. Her hands move on their own, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat and dragging him towards her, lips crashing together forcefully. Fingers threading through his hair, pulling ever so gently, as if she needs further proof that he's real. She can't keep her hands from moving and roaming and clutching because the second she didn't have a hold of him he could simply slip away and cease to exist.

Their lips moving perfectly together, all passion and desperation and longing, oh the longing. It feels like eternity before Rose finally pulls away and rests her forehead against his. Thank the heavens he's alive. "I thought I'd never see ya again."

One second he’s alone in the corridor, and then the next... She’s there.

Arkytior. He has a moment to think it, her name in his native Gallifreyan, before she’s sprinting toward him, hands grabbing him by the lapels of his coat, her lips crashing against his. Her fingers are running through his hair even as he desperately returns her kiss, wraps his arms around her.

Then she’s pulling away, resting her forehead against his, and his eyes close briefly at the sound of her voice, silently thanking Time and Life that she’s here, back with him. 

“Rose.” The Doctor rasps it, needing to hear her name aloud. “How did you...?” He stops, swallows, and finally manages a smile. His hearts are pounding so hard that it’s difficult to hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. There’s so much he wants to say, yet suddenly he can’t find the words. “I’m not sending you away again. Not this time.”

[shxlmes]

~ @badwolftylcrr​ || ❤️’d for a short starter ~

        Sherlock looked up at the police box, eyebrow arching. “How peculiar.” Moving slowly around it he inspected every inch, fingers reaching out to tap the side of it. He was crouched down behind it when he heard footsteps approaching it, practically tripping over himself to rush around to the front. “Wait - Hello - Were you about to go in there?”

[anywherexwhen]

@heretoboogie​ & @badwolftylcrr

For a man with a time machine, The Doctor really could have used a personal planner. All of Time and Space at his fingertips, and he still, STILL got his dates mixed up.

The Timelord ran both his hands over his face, more from embarrassment than anything else, as his two companions stared at him.

“So! Um... You two have... met...” he started, somewhat lamely. Met was... a bit of an understatement. He’d dropped Rose off to see Jackie and meet up with some of her friends a few days earlier. Not wanting to be by himself, he’d swung around to pick up Cam, and they’d spent about a week or so tooling around the universe, before The Doctor had dropped him off for a therapy session and to pick up a new batch of medications. He must have been thinking of Rose when he’d told Cam when and where to meet him, because how else could he have screwed this up so badly? Needless to say, it had been a bit of a shock for all three of them when the TARDIS had materialized on the street corner, and they’d each seen the others standing there.

Blushing scarlet, straight up to the tips of his ears, The Doctor gestured weakly between the two nineteen year olds. “Ah... Cam, this is Rose Tyler, my... uh... f-friend... Rose, this is Campbell Bain, my... son...”