Can we appreciate how happy Rose is when Nine calls her over. Look at that little jump.
Doctor Who episode posters→ Boom Town S01E11
One Scene Per Episode - Doctor Who.
2x09 “The Satan Pit”.
Doctor Who episode posters→ The Age of Steel S02E06
Another quick-ish study (approx 1.5 hrs).
Bad Wolf Meme - Three Ships (
Romantic orFriendship) [3/3]
Rose Tyler and Jackie Tyler
Sometimes he thinks he sees her. For a fleeting moment she will appear on the other side of the street; just as beautiful as he remembers her. His precious Rose…
But before he could reach her, before he could even whisper her name, she dissapears. It happens again and again, on different planets, at different times, untill he admits quietly to himself that he’s gone mad.
It’s easier than that flicker of hope that burns both of his hearts. Because he knows, that in the end of the day, he has no right for happiness. He’s just a madman with a box, always running, always leaving a mess behind. It’s his curse.
I Love Your Face - Tenth Doctor in The Sontaran Strategem / The Poison Sky (Series 4)
Billie with Jack Fox at “Strangers On A Train” - Press Night After Party
A companion piece to “Trip No Further”
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
-from Sonnet 116. William Shakespeare
These first few nights he’s been physically tired, exhausted, even, but time lord thoughts and memories are crossing with human senses and perceptions and it’s all just…not conducive to sleep. His back is stiff—like some codger—from sleeping on a sofa, a reminder of physical weakness and decay that decidedly is not helping things. Nor did the tight vest and low-slung pajamas Rose Tyler wore when she came down to say goodnight.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she tries to look angry, but her eyes are sparkling.
“Going my way, doll?” he asks, aping the classic Elvis accent.
Shaking her head, she inspects the the bike before leaning in and whispering, “Is there any other way, daddio?”
“It’s all in how you look at things, Rose—breakfast can be an adventure, look!” he pops the toast and tries to juggle them like some sort of fancy bartender (it doesn’t work).
Rose narrows her eyes at him, then sighs, “Not much of an adventure, though.”
“Not mu—Rose, it’s the best adventure there is,” he turns on the spot and walks over to her, proferring a piece of burnt toast, “I love it, need it every day, breakfast.”
“Hello, love,” he answers without thinking.
“Love?” he swears he can hear her grin, “I think I like that.”
He thinks he does, too.
“This is the bit I’m supposed to read, with the two bodies becoming one thing, it actually happens to Tirumanamians and it’s quite crass to talk about in public,” he calls to her from the bed, eyes warily considering the tuxedo laid out beside him.
Emerging from the closet with a bemused smile, she shakes her head and tosses a bow tie at him, “That’s a weak attempt to get out of the reading.”
He brushes the bow tie off his shoulder as she disappears back into the sea of shirts and dresses, “But what about the curse of the tuxedo, then?”
“We’ve run out again, Rose? It’s not just you, you know—now the baby’s gonna come out with Marmite breath so hideous, I’ll pass right out,” he visibly shudders as she sticks out her stained tongue. It’s a false threat, though; all the stink in the world couldn’t put him off his girls.
So I could come back. Shut up.