Rose wants to do something nice for the Doctor, so she sets her alarm early and tiptoes to the kitchen to make their morning tea.

He still isn’t up when she’s finished so she creeps down the TARDIS corridors to his room. His face is peaceful and his hand rests on his stomach, rising and falling with each deep breath. 

She sets the mugs down on his nightstand and considers waking him the way he rouses her — with a nudge to his ribs or a tap on his nose — but he sighs in his sleep and she changes her mind. She smiles, deciding that old adage about sleeping babies applies to Time Lords, too. 

Rose smooths his sleep-matted hair and feels her own eyes grow heavy, so she slips beneath the covers and cuddles into his side. 

Later, when the Doctor’s eyes finally flutter open, he finds two cold mugs of tea on the nightstand and Rose Tyler asleep on his chest. 

It’s the best morning he’s ever had.


Prompted by fadewithfury.

Last of the doodle prompts from the WoM/TLV round coming a little late, since I couldn’t think of anything for her first prompt and had to ask for a different one :0



Before and after.

 (via thebadddestwolf)


cards against humanity / doctor who edition

requested by anonymous and rivermotherfuckingsong

[sherlock edition] [supernatural edition] [avengers edition]


They’re on the moon.

It’s not hers — several lightyears away in fact — but it may as well be, what with the way its chalky silt settles underfoot, cementing the prints of their trainers for centuries to come. 

There’s no atmosphere so they can’t stray far from the TARDIS and its protective shield. Rose smirks at him as she tests the boundaries, seeing how far she can venture before floating out to space.

He follows behind her and laughs, calls her reckless, but he knows it’s trust. She walks with her hands stretched out in front of her and, eventually, the string bracelet he’d tied loosely on her wrist slips off, floating toward the stars.

Rose squeals runs back to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as they watch it drift away.

The TARDIS shield encompasses a crater and she slides down the side, translucent silt clinging to her pajamas. She ducks behind a bit of rock at the bottom and emerges minutes later with a cheeky grin and a soot-caked finger. It takes her three tries to run up the crater’s steep wall.

"What’d you get up to down there?"

He rests an arm around her shoulder as they walk back to the ship.

"I’ll show you later."


Later never comes.

He doesn’t get up the nerve to go back for decades, and when he does he’s brought to his knees.

Somewhere, lightyears away from Earth, there are three short words traced in moondust at the bottom of a crater, with two sets of knee-prints side by side. 

When the Doctor returns to the TARDIS his index finger is covered in dust.

It’s as close as he’ll come to telling her.



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#tenxrose #dw #art

I’m drowning in school work this year and yet I still signed up for dwsecretsanta. What have I gotten myself into?


Graeme Manson & John Fawcett [the creators of Orphan Black] demonstrate how Tatiana physically prepares for each character.

"If you get the chance, ask her, what would you physically do to prepare for these characters? It’s hilarious watching her off in the corner.”- John


for gallifreyslostson <3


for gallifreyslostson <3

Don’t Let It Be the Last Time (1/6) (RPF)


Rating: Teen, for now :)
Words: 3710
Summary: There’s a first time for everything… but does there have to be a last? David reflects on certain milestones in his relationship with Billie.
Notes: I’ve been playing with this idea for a few months now and finally started writing it down. I originally intended for it to be a lengthy one-shot, but I thought it might work better as a short series. Hope you enjoy it! 

Read it on AO3

The first time they kiss, they’re in character. In front of dozens of people who are basically strangers to him. In costume.

They’re on set, after all.

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littlewhomouse asked:
Holl isn't it your birthday today? If is, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! If not, hope you had a lovely day anyway ♡。゚.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)゚♡ °・

Aww thank you! I’m a day late on a answering this, but it WAS my birthday and it was a pretty great day! :D

fic: the hazards of relaxation (1/3)


ten x rose; teen; 4,400 words
beta: kahki820
summary: The Doctor and Rose try to spend a relaxing day at the beach. They fail. Fluff + tropes galore.

Rose looped her arm through the Doctor’s as they made their way along a stony path, translucent leaves overhead barely filtering the eager morning sun. He grinned at her and bumped her hip with his own before moving to take her hand, helping her down a steep section of jagged rock.

He was finally, finally, taking her on the beach holiday he’d long promised and, for once, Rose felt as if the day had absolutely no trouble in store for them. The most perilous bit of their plans involved the trek to the beach, which the Doctor said was a tiny strip of gleaming sand at the base of a tall cliff.

He hadn’t wanted to land the TARDIS at the bottom — something about volatile shifting tides — but Rose figured the climb down would be a small price to pay for one full day of blissful relaxation. (Besides, the Doctor in swimming trunks was an added bonus.)

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txxrdis asked:
NSFW Meme: TenToo x Rose + "What took you so long?" :D




On the first night he finds himself in a drafty hotel room with stray blonde hairs tickling his chin and smooth bare legs covering his trouser clad ones as he fights his brain for sleep. 

Rose’s acceptance of him was his deliverance. Her taking his hand as the TARDIS noise dissipated into another dimension his anchor. But he was on perilous ground, trapped on a rocky cliff with the void’s hungry mouth gaping up at him and if he stumbled … 

The way her petite body cages his against the mattress gives him a security that he clings to like a baby grasping it’s mother’s finger; on pure reflex, with no thought other than it feels right and necessary. 

She shifts and her knee strokes his inner thigh and the Doctor feels how ready this new body is for more. He aches and grows hard as he wonders how it would feel if he had stripped down to his pants before climbing into bed. He twitches when he contemplates Rose’s sleeping form and how her now slightly parted lips would look wrapped around his length. 

He moves and turns away from her. There’s a slight grumble of protest as he presents his back to Rose, but otherwise she does not stir after settling onto her back. Sleep finds him then and he dreams of the glow of the console room and the sound of the double beat of a Time Lord’s hearts. 

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camilabadwolf asked:
can you continue the bathtub one?


Sure! (I had to think for a minute before I caught on to the fic I think you’re referring to!)

Pairing: Ten/Rose

Rating: Adult; Explicit

Notes: Follows on from this fic but can be read alone. Because it’s just smut. :-)

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