merescribblers:

#the oncoming sass

rtylering:

The End of Earth.

#Do you think that in this moment #While the earth was burning around his feet #That the Doctor looked up at the sky and thought of Rose?  #Do you think he took a second to remember her? #maybe longer? #After all up in some little space ship their adventure was just beginning.

theresonlyeverbeenyou:

I am human [remake]

#I’m sure there were moments #brief moments when Oswin’s strength weakened #and then suddenly she’d have a moment of clarity #and see herself as the monster she’d become #but even then Oswin sought control #not for her fragile sanity #but for the safety of others #and in her rare moments of self awareness she worked her way to the farthest corner of intensive care #where she ordered her former crew members and friends to chain her #to restrain her in a little cell #where no rescue would dare to go #where she could live out the rest of her existence in the peace of her mind #and protect the world above from herself (via nonlinear-nonsubjective)

i-am-fangirl-hear-me-squeel:

#And that’s the exact moment I died and started blogging as a ghost

doctorwho:

rand0mflora:

Doctor Who Tardis Piñata

#they journeyed to the centre of the TARDIS and found candy (via doctorwho)

#i love that clara isn’t blinded by her faith in the doctor #like so many other companions were #through rough winds and bad weather she finally admits she trusts the doctor #but she has a realistic view of him: #she knows he’s dangerous #and she knows he makes everything up as he goes along #so yes- she’ll trust him #but to a point (via wholet)

noyouplum:

Day After Day AU
↳ Intermezzo***

#for the first few weeks they were complete rubbish at work   #both of them   #the doctor wouldn’t sleep more than a few hours at a time and that caught up to him fast   #so he’d doze off on the couch in the early evening and rose would genuinely try to leave him alone but   #inevitably her constant need to be touching him and be near him would win out and she’d gingerly settle in next to him   #and she’d think to herself that of course she was trying not to wake him but   #it only took a moment before she nuzzled his collar—he still smelled the same   #so good and all hers now to share this life with   #and it was only a moment more before she got an arm lightly over his belly   #and if he woke up enough to tuck her in closer to him then so be it   #and if he murmured things into her hair then so be it   #and in the end that’s how he did most of his talking at first: into her hair and his fingers against her arm or her back   #tapping or splaying or gesticulating along with the stories he told or what he felt like explaining   #and in this sense he was different—he was not the time lord who kept himself at arm’s length but so painfully fallible   #and so painfully and beautifully human   #it threw her at first—but she recognized it as the doctor making reparations for all he’d kept from her before   #and a new and different beginning to a new and different life   #and if the haphazard reunion of minds and hearts (two not three) and mouths and bodies made them both a bit slow out of the gate   #made them both shuffle into the torchwood office in the morning with espressos instead of tea   #then so be it   #well worth it  (via neverwhyonlywho)

timelordanon:

#ooh #says the man who thinks everyone is needed #says ‘in nine hundred years of time and space i’ve never met someone who wasn’t important before #loves everyone so completely has such faith in humanity  #values life so so much #he’s met so many amazing people #seen so many amazing things  #of course he values life #just not /his/ 

stillhidden:

lastofthetimeladies:

All that is. All that was. All that ever could be.

#sure she gets flickers of possible futures   #images and tastes and sensations but all of them sans context   #tea with her mum in an unfamiliar house and the cry of an unfamiliar infant carrying in from down the hall   #the smell of ozone and a device she’s never seen but knows to call a dimension cannon   #and a strange man with dark eyes and hair like a riot—and the feel of his hand in hers and his mouth on hers   #and a wanting so sharp and insistent that it physically hurts   #and it’s not her doctor but it’s somehow still right—deeply viscerally right   #and in a handful of timelines she sees him by dim light as he settles between her bare thighs in a shoddy norwegian hotel room   #and his hands tremble and his voice is hushed like she’s some sort of sacred thing   #and oh how she’d like to linger there but   #all of the other timelines—all of them—end so differently; a slip of a lever and the pull of the void and sometimes her father saves her   #and sometimes that is where her timeline ends   #and there are realities where the doctor leaves her at home before any of that can happen   #but that’s not a doctor she recognizes   #and the weight of all these competing realities is making her head ache and burn and burn   #so she latches on to the one that gives her the most time with the doctor   #the one that gives her the closest thing to forever   #and if she’s got the power of space and time   #she can make it happen   #right?   #she can lead herself there—right?   #she glimpses the full weight of that timeline for just an instant—its full measure and its full cost—before her doctor takes it from her   #and when she wakes to her doctor’s regeneration she’s disoriented and properly frightened by the skinny bloke who takes his place   #but she still can’t help thinking she’s seen that face somewhere before  (via neverwhyonlywho)