(𝒯)ᴬᴿᴰᴵˢ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝒞ALLING

𝒜LL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ EVER ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ C҉OULD ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐵𝐸.

[allthatwas-moved]

(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎look,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎inside your eyes:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you've seen it too–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the wolf.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there is something of the wolf about you...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOU BURN LIKE THE SUN.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎allthatwas,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a non-canon interpretation of rose marion tyler from bbc's doctor who.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎written‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎adored by aria.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a study in godhood like girlhood,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎abandonment written off as love,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎unrivaled determination in the face of adversity.‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎admittedly‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎openly anti-journey's end.

‎CARRD,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PINTEREST,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PLAYLIST.

[rosemarion-a]

THE FIRST 19 YEARS OF MY LIFE:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎NOTHING HAPPENED‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I BRING LIFE.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ROSEMARION,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BY ARIA.

[allthatwas-moved]

moved to @allthatwas!

[allthatwas-deactivated20241112]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE WAY IN WHICH A GIRL BECOMES A WOMAN‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE WAY IN WHICH A WOMAN BECOMES A WOLF.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(ROSE TYLER,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BY ARIA).

[allthatwas-moved]

alrighty y'all i'm going to focus on remaking this blog! see y'all on the flip :)

[allthatwas-moved]

would y'all be alright if i eventually archive this blog and make a new one!

[allthatwas-moved]

My great return is happening tonight :)

[allthatwas-moved]

I got to meet @manslaught because she’s possibly dog sitting for my parents -

[manslaught-a]

she got to sit in my car i can’t believe she’d forget to brag about this

[allthatwas-moved]

The car was my second favorite part so true

[allthatwas-moved]

I got to meet @manslaught because she’s possibly dog sitting for my parents -

[moosings-deactivated20231019]

RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS (2/?)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!   ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

why is it always my fault?

why do people call you that?

do you know anyone here?

how’s your wound?

are you worth a second chance?

after all we’ve been through, why?

when are you going to apologize to me?

you did this? for me?

will you promise me?

can’t you be on my side? just once?

what exactly do you do for a living?

do you even hear yourself?

sorry, what did you say?

did you mean what you said?

can i kiss you?

truth or dare?

are you comfortable?

what were they like?

what time do you want me to pick you up?

how can you say that to me?

how could you possibly think that was a good idea?

did you enjoy yourself?

why don’t you stay over?

why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?

out of everything you could’ve said, why that?

do i know you?

you love me?

how old do you think i am?

why do they treat me like that?

have i ever given you bad advice?

do you want some company?

do you think last night was a mistake?

what are you in the mood for?

do i remind you of anyone?

where were you?

who did this to you?

can i have some cash?

tell me why i should believe a thing you say?

sorry, do you have the time?

why don’t you find out for yourself?

where do you think you’re going?

do you want one?

when am i ever wrong?

who do you think you are?

where are you going to go?

run that by me again?

i don’t know what to say?

can you kill?

why is it never your fault?

would you kill for it?

why did you do this to me?

can you be quiet?

what’s so funny?

why don’t you want to go home?

how are you so calm?

have we met before?

what was it like?

are you seriously asking me that right now?

what’s with the third degree?

you want me?

can you help me?

would you care for a dance?

are you sure you want to spend another night alone?

why do i have to apologize?

what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?

why would they do that?

do you want me to grab dinner?

can you help me bring these in?

how annoying can you be?

how do you think that makes me feel?

why didn’t you fight back?

what are you so afraid of?

can you tell me what happened?

you did this all by yourself?

how can i help you?

how do you sleep at night?

you’re sorry?

how do you keep a secret like that?

what’s going on?

we’re friends, right?

how about i take you home?

why won’t you just listen to me?

you wanna mess around?

what does that eleven mean?

when will you learn?

how could you even ask me something like that?

does it hurt?

why did you do it?

can you hear me?

do you have a ride home?

you’re afraid of the dark?

would you like to try?

why did you do that for me?

you really think i’m beautiful?

is it noticeable?

where did you get all that money?

where did you get this?

do you know what i did?

where did you go?

like what you see?

can i touch you? here?

how many people have you killed?

can i borrow your phone?

can you keep a secret?

do you want us to stop?

where have you been?

another round?

when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?

do you really think that’s a good idea?

what does that have to do with anything?

have you eaten anything today?

why do you think you feel that way?

what happened to them?

what’s your problem?

you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?

have you come to apologize?

do you know who i am?

do you want to be alone?

[doctorrosesource]

#judging u

[allthatwas-moved]

📂

random hc meme.

rose loves the bring it on movies.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she saw the first one in theaters and was like,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yep that's my shit.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she saw bring it on again in the theaters as well‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then on some lazy day she asked the d.octor if she could see the other ones,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎which he said he'd do her one better and took her to the bring it on musical on its premiere date.

[allthatwas-moved]

i think there's something to really be said about how jackie kinda clocked rose in d.oomsday:

if jackie left, moved on, died or went to pete's world, whatever ... rose would become this missing girl again regardless. she'd go home to the apartment, find some way to own it or keep it in her name, or keep paying rent, but never really go back. maybe she'd see her cousins once, maybe shareen once, but then poof, rose t.yler is gone. she'd become missing of her own creation , leave it all behind and really would travel forever, for hundreds or thousands of years. she was willing to leave it all behind.

[allthatwas-moved]

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

every second of time is always happening,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎all at once:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a lesson learned long ago in a chip shop,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sat with teenage like tears spilling down her cheeks‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎into her hands.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as she stands smoothing out a dress‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(plucked from the TARDIS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if in offering to her:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if in remembrance),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she is also standing in another TARDIS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎younger‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎more naive,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hopeful as she looked down the doctor with the corner of her lip pulling up...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎don't laugh!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thinking about it too long leads down an endless trail,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎circles‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎circles around in her head of deja vu‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the fear of water.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how much good is too good to be true?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[WELL?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎HOW DO I LOOK?]

her head is quick to snap in the direction of his voice,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎suddenly the deja vu becomes something new.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in the ashes rises a bird,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a bird that no one can touch,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too close to fire‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one would get burnt:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they are that very fire,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎somewhere down she is a masochist waiting.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎looking for that very burn.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎quick,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hazel gaze runs up‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎down @l1sten's lanky figure:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎drawn across like paint stretching across a canvas in strokes.

❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ love the top hat,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ya' look perfect! ‎ ‎ ‎ ❜‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it takes no time for her to smile,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she laughs its as if the console glows slightly warmer,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the very machine holding them close grinning from within.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ now why didn't ya' wear something like that when we dealt with the gelth.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a leather jacket‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎jeans wasn't in style then,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was it? ‎ ‎ ‎ ❜‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she raises a teasing brow in his direction,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎suddenly her tongue presses through her teeth,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎biting ever so slightly down to keep herself from laughing once more‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(warmth spreads across her cheeks,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to the tip of her nose;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if only seconds ago she wasn't in the pits of self reflection,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wondering if they're dancing atop a thin frozen lake).‎

[allthatwas-moved]

I BRING LIFE:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎(EDITS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎10.)

churching,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎kristin chang.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎little red riding wolf,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎jason schneiderman.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎prelude to becoming holy,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎brynne rebele-henry.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the chronology of water: a memoir,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎lidia yuknavitch.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎940 main street,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎erin moran.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎unknown.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎parting of the ways,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎r.ussell t. davis.

[allthatwas-moved]

the key burns against her sternum,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎only is there a flinch in the corner of her eye.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎subdued reactions came hundreds of years ago–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe more‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(although somewhere in the back of her mind is the vaguest memory,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎coated in a grey that starkly contrasted the burning vivid nature of all the memories since;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she was a child,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a high pain tolerance,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not even jumping at the doctor's office...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is that what she sees?).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she thinks,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎considers,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that the sharp pain that pierces her skin is swallowed down the throat of a monster with its teeth hidden behind pink lips because:

shame.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎shame?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎why would she still have the key on her hundreds of years later?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hope died in the burning fire of the sun,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in the expansiveness of the void,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but there's always a sliver.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's too old now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎without that smallest sliver of hope,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how could she have made it this long?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even when the blue box sits in her visual field‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(its mere presence making the world around her seem dull,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎twenty eighth century,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the turn of:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎completely dulled out by wood that could splinter the wrong touch),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she still tries to keep the hope that this is reality buried somewhere uncomfortably in knot,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎stuck between being devoured‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎being spat back up.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it could sit there forever if she hadn't pulled the chain from under her shirt,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hadn't silently placed the key in the lock,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hadn't turned it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with a:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎click.

there's no reaction on her face even when the door opens,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no bright eyed golden tainted gaze.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎stoicism,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's been in this dream before‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(but the face is always blurred,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she knows what @b4didea looked like,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎knows who he was,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but each time she's here in a dream:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's nothing but a haze).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎each breath is quiet,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the trained silence of someone who needs to know how to hide in dark corners,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎away...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at least until she sees a figure behind the spine of the console.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the machine whispers a hello.

❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ you ought to change the lock. ‎ ‎ ‎ ❜‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her voice nearly cracks,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but still remains flat:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wait,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wait for the features,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wait to see what's on the other side.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ y'never know who'll break in. ‎ ‎ ‎ ❜‎‎

[allthatwas-moved]

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random hc meme.

rose has a small collection of things she’s gotten in her t.ardis room. this is often small stuff like clothing, or plants or postcards, she refuses to ever take technology into the t.ardis as a collectible due to their experience with adam.

rose actually liked gymnastics, but with her grades and behavior and money, her mom told her she couldn’t do it anymore.

(a jack themed one for ya) rose is a very touchy feely person, so when they were traveling together she would often hold onto jack’s elbow or something when they were just walking around or exploring.