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ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ && ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙʙᴄ’ꜱ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴏᴘʜ ( ꜱʜᴇ / ʜᴇʀ ). 22 + .
exploring : grief, girlhood, unconditional empathy, dismantling the ‘dumb blonde’ trope, fernweh, undreamed-of bravery, coming of age in outer space
' got no a levels. no job, no future. but i'll tell you what i have got - jericho street junior school under seven's gymnastics team : i got the bronze. '
ᏰᏗᎴ ᏇᎧᏝᎦ. : an ind. + sel. + low activity portrayal of rose tyler from bbc's dr. who. mutually exclusive. est. 02/22. penned by soph.
it's been strange, to say the least. going from full-time space traveller to ... not being that, it's quite the adjustment. rose had never dared dream of all the things she'd come to see - and equally, she'd never been able to imagine ever going back to the mundane. ever leaving him and that life. or - well, being left behind, rather. she rarely thinks of it these days, but she dreams about it, nearly every night. the heart of the tardis, saving jack, destroying the daleks. that kiss. the doctor absorbing the bundled power of the time vortex - only to disappear.
it's not like jack and rose had grown impatient - oh, they'd waited. and waited, and waited. and when jack had finally grown tired of waiting, he'd charmed the first person he found into letting him 'borrow' their vortex manipulatr. and one incredibly uncomfortable journey later rose was back home. and she'd stay that way. jackie was overjoyed - rose was inconsoleable.
back to normal. back to reality. back to henrik's, which has been rebuilt, apparently, in the year she's missed. and they were happy to give her her old job back - turns out nobody really wants to work at a place where the mannequins came to life and caused the building to blow up. rose tyler. shop girl once more.
the days pass by unbelievably slow. her co-worker gently nudges her, nods behind her. a customer asking for her, rose doesn't bother looking. " be with you in a minute, mate. "
@theaccursedninth
the telltale wheezing of the tardis materialising has her nearly drop her cup of tea - she never know when to expect it. this time it's been two days, maybe three ? time is funny concept, 'specially to a full-time traveler. time-traveler, too. she's grabbed her backpack - always packed, ready to go - and has pressed a kiss goodbye to jackie's cheek before her mother can even open her mouth to complain. out the door, she flies down the stairs, nearly tripping over her scarf as she wraps it 'round on the way down. no time to lose !
even after a year, she's still filled with the same excitement. she wonders if it'll ever cease, suspects not. out the front door and there it is, in all its glory, the blue box. her second home. or is that title reserved for the person who owns it ?
" hiya, stranger. " beaming grin, she feels like she's glowing, skips the last couple of steps. " long time no see. "
@anywherexwhen
@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. "
BREATH held for god knows how long, she doesn't even dare blink, lest she destroy the delicate air that has settled over them. they're treading lightly, venturing into uncharted waters here, and the way she FEELS for him, his people, is inexpressible. brows furrowed into a deep, sympathetic frown, she smiles through the contagiously melancholic climate. " it sounds ... wonderful. " ' beautiful ' doesn't even begin to match the picture he's just painted her, ' amazing ' sounds too feeble, too. wonderful - WONDROUS. she's in awe ( and she's got so many questions ! but she doesn't want to push him - gee, rose has to swallow a lump in her throat at the thought of what it must cost him to even talk about it ) a cautious tug at the corners of her lips as she offers an attempt to diffuse a little bit of that tension : " well, good job mum never got to see it. she'd have torn up that gold pavement with her bare hands. "
❛ come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent. ❜
LOOK, it's not like she was off sick when they held that ' stranger danger ! ' assembly in year seven. it's just - travelling with an extraterrestrial, you pick up a few things. ' don't wander off' , ' don't touch that shiny green stuff ' , ' more often than not, the prime minister will be an alien ' - by far the most important rule is a simple one : if someone tells you to RUN, just do it. sure, she might regret this later, but right now there's a 50/50 chance there's some SLITHEEN right around the corner ( she's not taking that risk, thank you very much )
albeit still a little apprehensive, rose just nods, following in the stranger's footsteps as fast as possible while not breaking into a full-on jog. the ' no questions ' rule, however, is quickly forgotten. " you're UNIT, right ? " - remembering she's not really supposed to ask, rose rephrases - " i mean, you look like you're unit. - could be torchwood, too, of course. but you don't really look like the torchwood type, y'know what i mean ? so i reckon you're unit, and you're ... taking me to headquarters ? right ? "
" What's so funny? " He's standing there bewildered, blinking at her with wide, innocent eyes and a complex device sitting in his left - of course, he fails to notice the twig protruding from his mess of hair. Abseiling forestry isn't the easiest! He thought he did very well, thank you.
EYES narrowed, lips pressed into a fine line, she's trying her hardest not to erupt into laughter. that twig's blending right in with his hair, it is ! ( it's not even THAT funny, she has to admit - it's the way he's so absolutely clueless that makes it hilarious ) ' nine hundred years old ', ' last of the time lords ',' the oncoming storm ' rose tries her darndest, but the corners of her lips twist up on their own accord. " oh, nothing. nothing. " got her gaze focused on the floor now. just don't look, don't look. " it's just - you look a bit like my year five geography teacher right about now. spittin' image, actually. " ( this is where she takes pity on the poor guy, hand coming up to disentangle the solitary twig from the nest he calls hair ) " he went along on a day trip to banstead woods once. missed a step, went face down into a bush. when he came back out he looked like he was part bush himself, he did. "
The Doctor was still getting used to not being off on adventures in his TARDIS. He still had it, and he would go her and there. But there was another incarnation of him doing the whole saving the universe thing. He was...could you call it semi retired. Or something like that. He hadn't really thought about it. The Doctor had needed to get out the house for a while and ended up coming for a walk.
He had just stopped to look in a shop window when he heard a voice that he hadn't heard for ages. The Doctor tensed up a bit and turned to look in the direction of where the voice had come from. There was Rose. It was a younger version of her. Although trying to remember when exactly he wasn't sure because it had been so long for him. "Rose?" He said. He had noticed she stopped and looked him over. The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Is that a nice way of saying old?" He asked.
DAMN IT. next time just don't comment, don't say anything ( don't be daft, in essence ) she gives an apologetic smile, fingers fumble with the frayed hem of her denim jacket. " no ! well - i mean ... sorry. " nose scrunched up, rose resits the urge to hide her face behind her scarf. you know, like a child. - teeth worry her bottom lip as she mirrors his raised brow. something ... is OFF. she can't quite put her finger on it. something painstakingly obvious. ( " ROSE ? " he'd asked, as if he hadn't just dropped her off at her mum's about an hour ago ) gradually, her raised brow drops, replaced by an inquisitive frown. " there's something different about you, ain't there ? "
CAN'T say this is the weirdest thing she's ever seen, but it's not exactly typical, either. there's an awkward, oddly nervous smile tugging at her lips - hands a little clammy, too, rose begins to fiddle with the zipper of her worn-out track jacket. ( it seems SILLY to be wearing it now, for whatever reason ) they've gone past the initial shock stage. something tells her the person opposite poses no threat, either, and distress makes way for curiosity. " so ... " is what she manages once she's shaken off her momentary stupor. staring at HERSELF, or a version of herself, rose finds herself unsure, almost self-concious. ( pun not intended ) what comes out next is precisely a manifestation of nineteen-year-old-self-conciousness " ... this is what my hair looks like from the back, huh ?"
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THE cheery, airy ' h i y a ' around which her lips have already formed dies down in her throat at the sight of him ; rose stops in her skips, nearly trips over her own feet ( notes not s k i p towards the doctor next time ). there's something ... OFF here. not by much - but at the same time by an outrageousous amount. - there's a long , good l o o k before she breaks the silence. " well. don't you look - " don't say old, don't say old, anything, just don't say old " .... TIRED. "
ᏰᏗᎴ ᏇᎧᏝᎦ. - “ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ! ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ɴ ᴏ ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴜɴꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ!”
independent, selective, low activity portrayal of ROSE TYLER. penned by soph 22+. google doc. ( revamped 12. 24 )
𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 : 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦' 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥-𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.
ᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ !
DOCTOR WHO ▹ Tooth and Claw
hello, i am a normal man EXTER--. just let me inside --MIN-- the Tardis --ATE. nothing will happen EXTER-- , come on --MIN--, open up the doors --ATE
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“ definitely not doin’ this. “
dochaes·:
open starter! plops newly regenerated thirteen at you. if you’re new to my blog, please read my rules before responding, thank you!
❝Oh! Ah. Had a bit of a fall there! I’m fine.❞ The same can’t be said about the room she’s landed in, debris everywhere. Lucky she’s freshly regenerated, else this would definitely lead to injuries major enough to make her, well, regenerate. Her? Yes. Weird, no time to process yet, but she’d liked what she briefly caught in her new reflection. Right now? Hopefully she’s not just destroyed someone’s home. Tends to upset people.
She brushes dust off her hair. ❝Sorry, where am I?❞
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Her fingers still hover over the keyboard, she turns her head, lips parted, watching the woman who had just, quite literally, fallen through the ceiling, in awe, amusement, bewilderment, curiosity, horror - Rose can’t quite make out which one it is, a strange mix of all, she supposes. It was supposed to be a quiet day, she thinks as she looks the other up and down once, twice, a few times. A quiet day. She’s nipped ‘round to Mickey’s to use his computer - and that’s where she’s sat right now, though she can’t quite remember what she’d been looking up, the screen had gone black when - well, when the woman had fallen from the sky -
“Blimey, you alrigh’? What - I mean, where did you - “ She jumps up to stand next to her, then turns her head to look at the hole in Mickey’s bedroom ceiling. Perhaps she’s just a tad too relaxed for - well, whatever this is. But then again, this wasn’t nearly as strange as some of the things she’d seen.
Rose blinks in confusion. “Uh, you’re - Powell Estate.” A beat passes, then she adds: “Oh - London, England.” Narrowing her eyes. “....Earth?”
iamthemaster·:
The Master had to really restrain himself from laughing at her realization of him being the prime minister. It was quite a delightful sight to see, and all he had to do was be Harold Saxon to provoke it. This was going to be easier than he thought.
“I know what my predecessor was capable of. However, I also know that the Doctor doesn’t exactly have the best ‘work relationship’ with authoritative figures.” Oh, he knew that all too well. “He has quite a bit of lengthy paperwork from years ago to prove it. But I plan to change that because the Doctor is exactly the kind of person this Earth needs, don’t you agree?”
That’s it…relate with them, make them trust you and then lead them into the trap.
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“Yeah, you could say that.”, Rose said with a scoff, grimaced a little at the memory of countless adventures during which the Doctor had gotten them into trouble - all because of his need to defy authority. Still somewhat wary of the man in front of her - that feeling never really subsided when she ran into someone who asked her questions about the Doctor - she offered him a small smile and a nod. “I do agree, yeah. ‘course.”
A couple of beats passed before she spoke again. “I - sorry if this sounds, uh, ‘impertinent’, or anythin’, yeah, but....what exactly d’you want with me, then? I reckon you’ve got the Doctor’s number or somethin’ somewhere in your big government records - why not give, say, U.N.I.T a call, or Torchwood.”
