𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 𝐀 . 𝐃 .
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𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 𝐀 . 𝐃 .
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i have mono
after years of hurtling herself from one dimension to another rose has a lot of dreams where various timelines bleed through her subconscious. she’s also got some false/altered memories from existing in parallel worlds where rose tyler exists as someone else. she often finds herself emotional when big things happen in to people close to her in dimensions she spent a lot of time in.
rose is going to kidnap her own baby
a) thought: rose tyler dimension hopping to a universe where she’s a popstar b) if because we want to existed in rose’s universe she would absolutely have been a billie piper stan
did u think i would forget my babie . . . miss tyler herself
im on @mcknn for now
you must remember to come back. for the ones who cannot leave as easily as you.
there is something deeply soft about the way amelia drags her finger across rose’s face , tracing her features in a most careful way, from spot to spot, a line in a constellation only she would ever be privy to —— her rose, a muse of her own creation . her london girl . laid side by side in the park with the grass tickling their feet , the fading warmth of the sun a reminder that all good things must end .
as if they needed one . she can’t really spot where this tenderness comes from, from which depth it emerges but as soon as she notices it , amelia presses it down and away , dragging her hand away from rose’s skin . this is not the place for attachment . shouldn’t be . WON’T BE . can’t be.
leadworth calls . as winter approaches , she has no excuse to stay in london anymore and this good thing as all others , now have an expiration date of her own volition . not her heart’s , mind you . no, this stubborn thing works along it’s own calendar . but her life’s , the one her brain and the world’s expectations control … now this one is an urgent manager . demanding , even . rose’s voice sounds dreamy already , a memory in real time . [ this is just how she dreamed . ] “ it’s not easy to leave , trust me . “ she tries to be reassuring , but her voice betrays the feeling she’s doing her best to hold back . that dreadful knowledge that you will miss someone even before they leave . that awful sticky feeling , an icky emotion that makes you want to hold onto people as long as you can ‘cause you KNOW there’s not a lot of time left .
a gust of wind lifts a shiny blonde strand of hair, laying it on top of rose’s nose , dangerously close to her eyes and amelia , ever the begrudging carer , gently tucks it away , her lips pursed in a pout . “ tell you what , come summer , i’ll be back . “ she lifts her fist , her pinky finger sticking out in a clear offer . “ it’s going to be wonderful . “
prompt by @createself
i went 2 bed at 7pm and woke up and ana had done THAT
the dw fandom makes me queasy
this dash is so much calmer than my marlene dash . let us repose here for a moment
Me @ my mutuals who are in different fandoms and post about it a lot
rose has watched
- her planet die
- her father die
- herself die