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[centuriesuntold]

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   “ Ach-hmm-- eehhhhh.... buh... hi. ”

[drthetasigma14]

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty..."

Put “Morning, Sleeping Beauty” in my askbox for my character’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior. 

He wakes up before his eyes come open.

And there’s a warmth, there. There’s a warmth and a scent and a— familiarity to this moment, like he’s— like he’s in temporal orbit, rotating in a slow slow spin around his very favorite memory.

A place he’d never thought he’d get back to again, and yet—

—then his eyes do at last come open, and—

—and he doesn’t know how this is possible.

But she’s— she’s there.

She’s older she’s different her eyes are darker in the pupils than they were before but she’s still her just like the first time they reunited and he was still him even after that Dalek shot him.

She’s still— her. And she’s— there.

And he can’t imagine how any of this is possible but he doesn’t care his own dark war-torn eyes light up like bendigedig at Christmastime and his hand clutches in hurried happy startlement at her shoulder like he can’t believe she’s real.

He has no idea what chain of events has brought this about but for right now he doesn’t care if this is a paradox or a parallel or a bad batch of psychic pollen— she’s there.

"Yes," he can barely breathe, his eyes searching her face, "yes it is, absolutely, yes, very much so."

And he kisses her on her forehead and he holds her close and he breathes in the smell of her hair and he clings to this moment with all the authority of a Time Lord.

"And I daresay it is a good morning. Oh. Oh blimey.”

"I love you." 

[isilienelenihin]

goldlimned replied to your post:Yes go into the Rose Tyler tag to post about how...

*is morbidly curious, goes to look* What even…..O_o

I advise against attempting to suss the logic out because all it will do is give you rage and then a headache, in that order.

[drthetasigma14]

((Fandom Roleplay Mem: Since I'm currently marathoning it, Farscape!))

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you a character I’d roleplay from that fandom.

(( “Once upon a time, there was a boy named John.

…and John? Was an astronaut.”))

(( What does it say about me that I keep picking the protagonists from these things? 

I must like to be the center of attention or something.

But seriously. He is amazing. He is the reason I love to crack jokes that I know no-one else in the room is gonna get just so I can chuckle to myself. He is the reason I enjoy characters that are so completely disadvantaged and yet triumph anyway— John was inferior to his alien compatriots and opponents in every single category and yet with sheer dogged perseverence and American know-how he manages to scrape through, get the girl, save the day. 

I have said before that The Doctor— bad grades, terrible pilot, can’t control his regenerations, obsolete TARDIS— is The John Crichton of Time Lords, somehow winning despite all his shortcomings because he never gives up and he never gives in.

Maybe I’d like to play The John Crichton of John Crichtons for a change. ))

[drthetasigma14]

((I'D SAY I SECRETLY THINK YOU'RE AN AWESOME MUN AND AN AWESOME PERSON AND AN AWESOME TEN, but that's not really a secret...))

(( Counter-secret: YOU ARE TEN KINDS OF AWESOME YOURSELF. ))

[drthetasigma14]

Really, he's the last person Rose expects to see. She is on a routine surveillance, following a suspected Raxacoricofallapatorian, parked by a kerb, and she sees that long, flowing coat and unkempt hair from the back, and that is all it takes to know. She is out of the car and craning for a better look before she has fully registered what she's doing. Then she sees the small child, a little girl, her hand in the larger one, and stops. Who... a child? It couldn't be... his child? Could it?

My character vanishes one day. About a year later your character spots them out in public with a baby! How does your character react? 

It actually isn’t.

But— adorable ginger little girl, who could blame Rose for thinking that?

He’s standing outside a bakery, looking a bit surprised at holding hands with the little girl— this is a little more domestic than he’s used-to, quite obviously.

And then a beautiful dark-haired woman comes out of the bakery— and not only is she very, very pregnant, but she’s holding the hand of a one-year-old boy with a mischievous glint in his eye, and carrying a fairly hefty diaper bag over one shoulder—

—a bag which The Doctor hurriedly accepts from her, such a gentleman, not so rude as he used to be, though still substantially less ginger than the girl beside him.

"Thank y’ for this," she beamed at him sheepishly. "Creeper had t’ do a thing an’ that little walk t’— I s’pose you’d call it ‘Th’ Other TARDIS’ —just seems kinda longer these days.”

"Happy to be of service," The Doctor promised. "Just because it’s not running around blowing up Cybermen doesn’t mean it’s not important.”

He sniffs at the air, though, glances at Jude, wonders if he’s gone off— and then swings his gaze around and arches an eyebrow at that suspected Raxacoricofallapatorian— to say something smelled fishy about that one would be an insult to fish.

But he can come back to that.

Because he was telling the truth: this was important.

This was the most important adventure anyone could ever have, living their life day after day, and just because he might never have that adventure himself didn’t mean he wasn’t glad to help.

[romanaofheartshaven]

Librarian! 45

Send me "Librarian!" + a number and I'll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

From 'A Clash of Kings' p. 45:

"-- You will share all your plansand intentions with me before you act,and you will do nothing without myconsent. Do you understand?"

[drthetasigma14]

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