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stuckwithyounotsobad · 6 months
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wait wait thinking about ten saying “if i believe in one thing i believe in her” and how nine is at roses feet on his knees when she’s bad wolf
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little-edgar · 1 year
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“nice to meet you Rose! - run for your life!” x
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Pt 2 to my Timepetals texts
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rawyld · 2 years
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Billie Piper and Christopher Eccleston reunited after 17yrs.
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renniethedwstan · 1 year
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It's probably an underrated opinion, but I ship NineRose a Hella lot more than TenRose. Like, yeah, TenRose is cute, but for me, I felt like there was something more special with NineRose. He's this dark broody man with a great wit and brilliant sass with deep, deep PTSD and then there's Rose. A shop girl whose bored with her life. When they meet, it feels like they belonged. She made him smile and gave him hope and happiness she made him feel loved once more. He made her feel like she was important. He showed her things she'd never think existed, and she made her feel love too. In my opinion, NineRose was the cutest.
(Everyone is allowed their opinion, and I respect those opinions, but this is also my opinion and how I feel)
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jackmcspringheel · 1 year
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A Rose Tyler/Doctor Cyberpunk AU Moodboard for @gingcrstardust
The four middle images were generated using Midjourney and edited by yours truly and can be seen individually here.
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unsolids-your-snake · 2 years
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If I had a nickel for every Doctor Who fanfic that was just 1-3 short chapters of the Doctor and [Companion] being stuck in a jail cell on an alien planet after a Noodle Incident and then fucking like animals, I'd be able to buy a vending machine snack to enjoy while I read them
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regenderate-fic · 1 year
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Lights in the Window
Fandom: Doctor Who Ships: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Sally Salter, Patrice Okereke, Mook Jayasundera Rating: General Series: Eight Nights of DoctorRose (link goes to ao3 page) Word Count: 1,432 Other Tags: Hanukkah, Holidays
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Summary: The Doctor doesn't do domestics. Rose gets him to come to her friend's Hanukkah celebration anyway.
NOTES: happy third night of doctorrose!! all rose's friends (sally, mook, patrice) are members of mickey's band in the rose novelization and feature in audio material (sally is mentioned in dw redacted and parallel universe mook and patrice are speaking characters in the dimension cannon audio titled "the last party on earth") so that's where i'm drawing from for that. i love the idea that rose and mickey have this friend group full of lgbt people 😌
full disclosure no one committed to writing tomorrow's fic (it's supposed to be tenrose and donna) so if we skip a day. shhhhh. i'm going to try to write something small though
“C’mon! It’ll be fun.” Rose was tugging at the Doctor’s arm, pulling him away from the TARDIS console. “Everyone’s dying to meet you.”
“Let ‘em,” the Doctor said, trying his absolute hardest to turn back to the console. 
“Oh, don't be stupid,” Rose said. “You'll love them. Promise.”
The Doctor turned back to her. “Told you. Don't do domestics.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “I told you. This isn't domestics. It's just a holiday with my friends. Or don't you do friends?”
“I've got you,” the Doctor replied. “How many more do I need?”
Rose counted on her fingers. “At least five,” she said. “Not counting Mickey.” 
“Oh, Mickey’s going to be there?”
“Oi, be nice.” Rose shoved at the Doctor. “It's just for an evening, and then you can go back to being all sulky in your box, all right?” 
The Doctor lifted his hand to tangle his fingers with Rose’s, and Rose grinned. She’d gotten him. 
“Fine,” he said. “Just the one night, though. I know how these holidays go.”
“Don’t worry,” Rose replied. “We’ve never done every night with Sally. Just the one. ‘Cause she was tired of celebrating Christmas.” She raised her eyebrows. “Which is something you and her will have in common!”
The Doctor glowered.
They showed up at Mickey’s flat half an hour late. As they approached, Rose rolled her eyes and said, “Some time machine you’ve got.”
“Oi, at least it’s the right year,” the Doctor protested. 
“Yeah, but you would've landed us in the middle of the Thames if I hadn't been paying attention.” Rose banged on the door. “Oi, it's me! Open up!”
It was Patrice who opened the door. He grinned to see Rose.
“Well, if it isn't our own Rose Tyler!” 
Before Rose could respond, she heard Sally’s voice from inside the flat, calling, “Is that Rose? Tell her to get in here so we can light the candles.”
“Coming,” Rose called. She stepped across the threshold, pulling the Doctor with her. They followed Patrice into the living room, where everyone was gathered around the menorah on the coffee table: Patrice dropped into a too-small armchair with Mook, and Sally was kneeling on the ground between the armchair and the sofa. Mickey was on the sofa. He moved over to make room for Rose and the Doctor to sit. 
“About time you showed up,” he said to Rose. 
Rose glanced at the Doctor. “That's what I said.”
“I do my best, all right?” The Doctor crossed his arms. “Anyway, we got here in the end.”
“And we're glad you did,” Sally said. “It's not a real No Hot Ashes Hanukkah without Rose Tyler.”
Rose laughed. “So let's get on with it, then.” 
“Right. Rose, has your friend done this before?”
“Not the way we do it,” Rose said with a grin. 
Everyone laughed. 
Rose nudged the Doctor. “Actually, have you done this?”
He stared at her. “Rose, I'm nine hundred years old. I was at the original.”
Sally was looking at them curiously, but Rose just rolled her eyes. “No need to brag.” She nodded at Sally. “Go ahead. He’ll be fine.”
“Right, everybody,” Sally said, straightening up. “We're looking at three candles tonight. Sing along if you know the words.” She began to sing the first blessing. Rose remembered about half the words from previous years, and she filled them in where she could: mostly she liked hearing Sally’s voice mingling with the others’, all coming together in the prayer.
Everyone was quiet when the blessings ended, watching as Sally lit the candle in the center of the menorah and touched the flame to the first candle, the second, the third, each flickering to life in turn. With the candles lit, Sally sat back again and broke into song. Rose didn't remember any of this one, but to her surprise the Doctor did. He was singing along quietly, his low voice mixing with the others’. Rose tried not to stare. He had a nice voice, Rose realized— she wasn’t sure she’d really heard him sing before, but he sang like he did everything else, with a consistency bordering on gentle. (Of course, if she called him gentle to his face, she was sure he’d protest, but it was true. He was always gentle, when it counted.) Rose closed her eyes, listening to her friends’ voices, feeling the warmth that came with a room full of people singing in the candles’ glow. 
“All right!” Patrice hooted, the second there was silence. “Now we can get the party started!” He leapt off the chair and went into the kitchen. Mook followed half a step behind, and the both of them came back a minute later, Mook with a plate full of latkes in one hand and a tub of sour cream in the other, Patrice with a bottle of cheap vodka and a handful of shot glasses. Rose groaned.
“Don’t start with that again,” she said. “Thought we learned from last year.”
“What happened last year?” the Doctor asked.
“Patrice made dreidel into a drinking game. Lots of fun, until Sally started dancing on the table and knocked over the menorah,” Mickey explained.
“And the rest of us were too drunk to do anything about it,” Rose added. “Would’ve burned down the flat, if Mook hadn’t smothered the fire with a blanket.”
“Was one of my favorite blankets, too,” Mickey said.
“Oh, come on,” Patrice said. “We’ll just make a rule.” He gestured towards the menorah. “Everyone stay off the table.”
“Or we could put the menorah somewhere else,” Sally added. “When I was a kid we always put it in the window. ‘Cause we’re supposed to broadcast the whole ‘miracle’ thing.”
“Pretty sure you’ve done your part just by having us over,” Mook pointed out. 
“Does it count if we already knew about the miracle?” Patrice asked. 
“I think it does,” Sally decided. “But the window’s better anyway.” She picked up the menorah, carefully balancing the candles, and moved it over to the windowsill. “All right,” she said, moving back towards the coffee table. “Now we can start the party.”
For all Rose had protested the alcohol, she had to admit the party was fun. Patrice did manage to convince everyone to play his drinking game, and Rose found herself losing badly, becoming tipsier and tipsier as the night went on. The Doctor seemed to be loosening up a bit, sitting on the floor next to Rose, laughing when she got particularly slap-happy and started tossing the dreidel in the air instead of spinning it. 
“Try this,” he said, picking up the dreidel by its stem and twisting his fingers as he dropped it. It landed perfectly, still upright, and spun for at least another ten seconds before it dropped.
“Show-off,” Rose scoffed. 
“No, really, try,” the Doctor said, passing the dreidel back to her.
“Thought it was my turn,” Mickey protested. 
“You’ll have it in a minute,” Rose said. She held up the dreidel like the Doctor had, trying to mimic his motion as she dropped it. It fell over. Rose shrugged. “Oh, well. Worth a try.” She tossed the dreidel over to Mickey. “All yours.” 
The Doctor, meanwhile, had taken off his leather jacket. Rose eyed his arms, still covered by the burgundy jumper— there was something so soft about him, with his defenses down like this. She couldn’t quite put words to how it made her feel. Instead of trying, she picked up the jacket and pulled it over her own shoulders, sticking her arms through the sleeves. She looked down at herself and giggled. 
“Look, I’m the Doctor,” she laughed, sticking her hands in the pockets. 
“You’re drunk, is what you are,” the Doctor said, brushing a hand across her hair. 
Rose grinned, leaning into him. “I’m the Doctor,” she repeated, lowering her voice. “And I’ve got a time machine, and a sonic screwdriver, and I think I’m so impressive.”
“If you’re quite finished—”
Rose laughed. She watched as Patrice spun the dreidel, and then laughed again when it landed on shin and he had to push his last piece of gelt into the circle. He tipped a shot into his mouth, and then spread his arms and said, “Okay, who’s gonna invest in me?”
Mook rolled his eyes and tossed two pieces in front of him. “But that’s the last time,” he said.
“That’s all I need,” Patrice promised. 
It was a few more rounds before Rose, too, was out of gelt— but instead of asking for “investments,” she just leaned against the Doctor, watching the others play. It was only another half hour before the game devolved into a lighthearted argument between Sally and Patrice, anyway, and then only fifteen minutes before Mook tugged at Patrice’s arm and said, “Getting a bit late, isn’t it?” Everyone said their goodbyes, and then Rose and the Doctor were walking back to the TARDIS, Rose still wearing the Doctor’s jacket.
“You had fun,” she teased, stumbling against him.
“You’re drunk,” he told her again.
“Yeah, and?” Rose giggled. “You still had fun. I saw you.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up. “Nope,” he said. “It was domestic. I don’t do domestics.”
Rose just laughed harder, and the Doctor seemed to soften even more as he helped her into the TARDIS. 
“All right,” he said, guiding her to the jumpseat. “Fine. I didn’t hate it.”
“Told you!” Rose crowed. 
The Doctor gave her a look as he moved to the console. A flick of a lever and a press of a button later, he went back over to Rose, pulling her to her feet.
“All right, Rose Tyler,” he said. “Let’s get you to bed, shall we?”
Rose sighed against his jumper. “Okay,” she said. She let him lead her through the corridors to her room. When they got there, she turned, pulling him into a tight hug. “Thanks for coming with me,” she breathed. “Means a lot.”
“Anything for you,” the Doctor said, and it sounded like a joke, but for one exhilarating second, Rose let herself believe it.
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khruschevshoe · 3 months
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The way that Jack, Rose, and Nine feel far more like a poly trio in late Season 1 rather than any sort of love triangle is INSANE. The vibes are FERAL and IMMACULATE. The kisses in Parting of the Ways. The sharing-story banter in Boom Town. The flirting. "Buy me a drink." "Continue on with whatever you were doing." The dancing. Jack dancing with Rose. Rose dancing with Nine. Nine offering Jack a dance. Everything Ninerose related. "Before you, I was a coward." The fact that Jack only makes sure that Rose is safe before dying for them, Rose brings him back to life, Nine's every interaction with either of them in the finale...honestly the way that Ten interacts with Jack in Utopia (ESPECIALLY the scene in the radiation room/Jack's reaction to hearing Rose is alive) makes even more sense if you realize that he and Jack are exes and that they once loved each other and Rose equally and then the Tenth Doctor WRECKED that by leaving Jack behind
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badxwolf · 2 months
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Christopher Eccleston on Junior Mastermind (x)
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nortism · 2 months
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manwholovescabins · 3 months
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he has the deepest most accurate understanding of doctor who i have ever seen… truly amazing
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metacrisisdoctor · 3 months
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What use are emotions if you will not save the woman you love?
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your-own-scifi-nerd · 2 years
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Rose Tyler was my bisexual awakening. That’s it.
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whywhatswrongwithblue · 4 months
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How long are you going to stay with me? Forever.
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letoghanima · 1 year
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DOCTOR WHO (2005) 1.02 | ‘The End of the World’
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