#ofimprobabledreams

[shewandersoff]

✧･ﾟ ( @ofimprobabledreams | from x bc the doctor & rose need a break ) ✧･ﾟ

delightfully cozy, and painfully DOMESTIC are two ways Rose would describe this scene. she could almost see her first Doctor -- the one with big ears and a leather jacket -- rolling his eyes and scoffing at all of this. but this Doctor looked quite content to be nestled in an intricate pile of pillows and blankets with her Rose Tyler. ❝ impossible and irresponsible are my favorite types of decisions. ❞ Rose teases, squeezing the Doctor’s hand and giving her one of her tongue-touched grins, ❝ c’mere. ❞ she tugs the other woman down so that she’s laying beside her, their hands still laced together. shifting onto her side, Rose faces the Doctor, a fond smile on her face. ❝ somehow I don’t think you’d like that though. you can’t stay in one place for too long. I understand. . . ‘cause I can’t EITHER. ❞

[timetravel-a]

@ofimprobabledreams, cont x.

❛ how can i keep living and yet not be alive? ❜ really, what was she trying to get at exactly? hard time mixing metaphors, perhaps. ❛ my dear doctor, if you’re going to attempt to shun my way of life do try and be consistent. ❜ a long time ago, the master could have been described as merely existing, hanging on only by a thread as they floated from body to body; but now, thanks to a gracious gift by the time lords, she was more alive than ever.

❛ the only reason either of us are here now is because we feed on other forms of life. according to that definition, i’m more alive than anyone else. ❜

[knownconsortofthedoctor]

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“I’ve been waiting for you to show up. I hadn’t really expected a woman but believe me I’m not complaining.” Having been brought out of the Library River had returned to Derillium so she presumed that the woman walking out of the TARDIS was her husband, well wife now.

[shewandersoff]

✧･ﾟ ( continued from x because i’m  garbage || @ofimprobabledreams ) ✧･ﾟ

it doesn’t even take a bloody MOMENT for the Doctor’s eyes to be off of the woman she’d previously had in her arms and back on Rose Tyler. there’s a swelling in her chest as the Doctor takes her into her arms, thinking that perhaps her thoughts of wandering to other dance partners might have been silenced. oh, if she were so LUCKY.           ❝  hmmm. . . I don’t know. she’s a bit dull, isn’t she? ❞ Rose Tyler is definitely not jealous. not in the slightest. in fact, she thinks she proves that as she disconnects slightly from the Doctor, fingers slipping from their place on her shoulder. ❝ or, is she more your type? want me to sod off for a bit and let you try your hand at her? ❞

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@ofimprobabledreams Anna had been about to leave for the night when the alarms went off. She groaned loudly, as if that would stop whatever was happening. She didn't want a crisis, she wanted a bath. She trudged back to the science lab, frowning at everyone she passed. Things were starting to get hectic and she doubted anyone noticed but it was the thought that counted. She sat down at her computer and put her glasses on. She wasn't really looking forward to trying to read it for who knew how long, but it was her job. Someone mentioned that the Doctor had been called and she felt a sort of twinge in her chest. It was probably nerves, she reasoned. The world was possibly ending and the president of said world would be stopping by her office. That wasn't something that happened every day.

[untothisstormarchived]

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the doctor moves from the doorway she had been resting in, waiting for the child to eventually drift off- it’s difficult with the constant hum of the tardis’ engine, especially for the first few weeks. “you always seem to know exactly what you want, don’t you? that’s a good thing, mind you.”

she clambers onto the bed and settles the other side of charlotte, offering an arm for her to rest on top of in order to be pulled closer. “did i tell you the story of how i got this ship?”

“That’s what Rachel’s like. She knows what she wants and how to get it, that’s why she’s a good business woman.” Whenever Charlotte freely mentions her sisters, it feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest. She can talk about her strange family situation and the Doctor can talk about her strange alien friends. There’s not judgement or disbelief. The thought makes her smile and she eagerly cuddles up beside the Doctor.

"You haven’t told me that one yet. Can I please listen to your hearts?” She knows what it’s like to be treated as an oddity to be poked and examined, she doesn’t want to treat the Doctor that way.