for @flamesandpages 🌟 took a few liberties with my own theory here. also, no editing—first draft, only draft! hope you don't mind.
based on my tags on this post.
✨
He will always call it a coincidence, though Jackie believes otherwise, and Pete Tyler knows better than to disturb their as-yet-unbelievable peace by arguing with his indomitable wife.
"Right place, right time," he says in the days and hours after. "Just pure luck."
"Rubbish! You're a hero, plain and simple."
"Well, I'm glad I was there anyway," he replies humbly. And that, at least, is the truth.
✨
He didn't know what to expect when he went back for her; he certainly didn't anticipate the sight of her legs flying up off the ground, hair streaming behind her, her eyes wide and tear-filled from wind and terror.
Her mouth had been open in a silent scream, a voiceless call for help from her Doctor, who could do nothing but brace his own body against the pull of the void. "Rose!" the alien was shouting. "Hold on! Hold on!"
But he was close enough to do something about it.
It was just instinct. Pure reaction. Before his weight could shift and tip him backwards into oblivion, Pete's hands flew out, grasping the handle of the lever to which she clung. Her hands were cold, bloodless. He gripped her so tight he was certain it hurt. But he didn't think of that until later.
"Hang on!" he cried. "I've got you. Don't let go!"
She couldn't answer—not with words. She only barely managed a nod before a silvery arm whipped past them, and she ducked her head away. More came, some coming within inches of his own head.
He thought, in that moment, that this might be the end—and to his horror, he wouldn't even see it coming.
It felt interminable, the brightness and the wind. His fingers froze, and still he gripped tighter. But soon the flashes in his periphery seemed more white than silver. The wind was an uninterrupted scream, unbroken by the juddering howls of Daleks or half-issued Cyber commands. His eyes, now watering, left Rose, and turned to the abyss that seemed, almost impossibly, to be turning in on itself.
Closing.
"I've got to go," he said, turning his head back to his daughter—because she was his daughter, no matter what he'd told her before. It was impossible to look at her and not see the pieces of his Jackie, of himself in her stark jaw and soulful eyes, which blinked at him through tears and running makeup. "It's closing."
She seemed paralyzed by her horror. But he didn't have long. There wasn't time…
"I'll look out for Jackie," he said, speaking fast. His voice, usually so sure, was filled with emotion. "And I'll never forget you. How you saved two worlds. I'll never let Jackie forget either, as if she could."
His words earned him a smile, and Pete felt himself smiling too, even as the whistle intensified. His window was closing; his fingers loosened.
But he chanced one last thought. "I'm proud to have a daughter like you, Rose. In any universe."
A tear slipped down her cheek, so quickly he thought it might be an illusion. He wished he could wipe it away. It seemed the fatherly thing to do, and now he'd never get that chance.
"Dad," she said, voice breaking.
But it was too late. He was letting go, and losing his balance. He had only a second—just one horrible, endless second—to smack that big yellow button.
And he did, stumbling forward into a different world. Into Jackie's arms, which shook as they wrapped around him. It seemed dark without the pure light of the void. His legs bowed and steadied like he'd just got back from sea.
"Where's Rose?" Jackie had cried. "Where's my daughter?"
Pete Tyler could barely catch his breath, but he had enough in him to say, "She's safe. She's with the Doctor." He looked up, into Jackie's crystalline blue eyes. "She's safe."
✨
Time is a funny thing.
It seems an eternity between her letting go—or, Pete letting go of her—or the pull of the void letting go of them both—and when she hits the ground. But it can't be more than a second. Maybe two.
All she knows is when she lands, it hurts.
"Rose!"
The Doctor's voice sounds loud and clear and close, after the numbing volume of the wind. But that's because he is close. As she pushes herself up to her feet, wrists smarting, he is very close—running into her bodily with almost as much force as gravity itself.
They tumble backwards together. She hits the ground again, but this time, it doesn't hurt so much. It just feels like arms and legs and frantic hearts-beats, so fast and strong that she can feel them through his suit.
"Rose," he says, over and over. "Rose—Rose—Rose." Like he's been stripped of his entire vocabulary.
It makes her smile—makes her laugh, too, as she burrows into the welcome of his embrace, breathing in the scent of wool. "Can't get rid of me that easy," she rasps. Her throat is parched; she doesn't care. She tips her head up, or something like it. "Best not try it again, though."
"I won't." He answers so fast, there's not even an instant of hesitation. His arms go tighter around her. "Never, ever again."
He sounds like he means it.
She knows he does when the first kiss lands on her forehead—then her nose—then her chin. Before she can think better of it, she is returning the kisses. Little ones on his freckled cheeks, and his fluttery eyelids, and his permanently clean-shaved jaw.
One lands just right, and it's their lips, and she decides that all adventures ought to end this way.
Maybe a bit less sore. Maybe not rolling about on the floor.
But otherwise, just like this.
This, she believes, is the happiest of endings.
✨
"Did you mean it?" she'll ask, someday, in the future. "What you said, when Pete rescued me."
"I did. I'll never send you away again, Rose. I'll never leave you behind." They will be in a tight spot, when this conversation happens. The Doctor will be getting a bit shifty—a bit anxious about her safety and other such nonsense.
But he'll smile, and it will be a little guilty, because he'll have been thinking about it. Which is why she'll have brought it up.
She always knows.
"It never seems to stick, anyway," he'll add. Which will make her laugh, which in turn will make his smile a little brighter. "I've learned my lesson."
"Quite right, too," she'll reply, beaming away. "Guess that means you're stuck with me."
"Stuck with you," he'll say, "that's not so bad."
And that, she knows, will be the truth.
39 notes
·
View notes
You don't have to post this but just sending you a message of support! RP should be fun as it is literally a hobby we are all part of, creating fictional characters in fictional worlds. In RP, as in life, people have closer friends than others, and it makes sense that you'd want to write with them. And the fact that you still have friends submit apps (with some not being accepted/no freebies which would honestly be easier for you all if you're just giving roles to friends) is additional proof. There are so many roleplays out there, and if a certain group doesn't accept you, that's okay because you can always apply for another one. RPs also don't last forever...there are endless possibilities to the groups you can be part of and the writers you can meet. It's meant to be fun! I didn't apply to Blue Devils because I didn't have the time but it looks great and like there are a number of talented writers in it. Wishing you & the other mods much success!
i literally couldn’t agree more and thank you so much for sending this and saying all of this. i, and the blue devils admin team, really appreciate it. the rpc has been and will always be big enough to accommodate any and every style of roleplay and writing. "criticising" other forms of rp or writing for some perceived flaw is so counterproductive to an artistic form that invites endless creativity and innovation.
whatever type of aesthetics, genres, writing style, app format you’re looking for, there’s going to be a roleplay out there for you because there are admins who love what they do so much they want to create them for you. building a group from the ground up is a labour of love. it demands so much time, energy, passion and all the daily/weekly/monthly maintenance work to keep it running — and we do this all for fun in our free time! it's an incredible shame when someone that admins groups sees fit to disrespect another admin's work and dedication. i can only speak for the admins and players i've met but these people pour their heart and soul into making groups and creating and writing characters that consistently inspire me to be a better writer.
the idea that an admin would invest countless hours into writing plots and worldbuilding and skeletons — and making edits, coding html, promoting their rp if they so choose to — and managing the admin and comms of a rp, just to be wrongfully dismissed and accused of being “pretentious” “only doing it for the praise” is absolutely ludicrous. it’s literally so easy to mind your own business and just let other people do their thing and find joy in the groups and communities you’re already part of. and i say that only because op has never apped for any of our groups nor shown any interest in apping, but the door would always have been open for them to do so.
6 notes
·
View notes
23 things I learned in 2023:
Breaking promises to yourself is essentially telling yourself you’re not worthy of commitment or effort.
Listen to people when they tell you who they are.
People put their best foot forward when they first meet you. If they’re already being shitty, it’s likely only going downhill from here.
Self-care isn’t always indulging instant gratification and not doing hard things. I was actually at my most fulfilled when I did hard things DESPITE not feeling like it.
If you’re clinging to other people for fulfillment or validation, you probably don’t like yourself very much.
It’s never the end of the world like we think it is.
If someone wants to walk out of your life, let them. Never be in the business of changing people, even when it comes to changing how they think about you.
Brutally honest communication is everything, but that can also coincide with tactful kindness. Neither is mutually exclusive.
Having a routine makes a massive difference.
Comparison is pointless. No one else has been dealt the same cards you’ve been dealt.
Envy is a waste of time. Instead of being envious of other people, view them as proof of concept.
Self-accountability is important. We are fallible and it’s okay to make mistakes; we just need to own up to them.
Every failure is an opportunity for growth.
Every severed friendship, failed opportunity, lost connection etc etc leaves space for better things to replace it.
We are not tethered to people’s image of us. We are free to change ourselves whenever we please.
It’s not other people’s way, but it’s my way—and that’s all that matters.
Someone denying you love does not erase you.
Piggybacking off the last point—someone not acknowledging the virtues you have doesn’t mean that you don’t have those virtues.
All that really matters are the opinions of the handful of people who truly love you, as well as your opinion of yourself.
Waiting at least 15 minutes before reacting to something. Never trust yourself during the moments when something just hits (learned this the hard way).
Situations are complex and almost never a one size fits all. Asking for advice is okay, but take it with a grain of salt/ultimately follow your own judgment.
Social media isn’t the devil, but scrolling endlessly is. Make an intentional effort to supplant screen time with books and hobbies and friends and tangible, real life things.
We all die one day. None of this is that deep and none of this really matters. Stop taking things so seriously and just enjoy the process 🤍
5K notes
·
View notes