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2x09 / 7x12

burntlikethesun:

There’s something I’m missing. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can’t see it. Rose would know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she’d say exactly the right thing.

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)

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)

twobedroomtardis:

“That’s it.”

supinternets:

Night time sketches. Tentoo and Rose.

supinternets:

Night time sketches. Tentoo and Rose.


wolf-mother, where you been?you look so worn, so thin.

wolf-mother, where you been?
you look so worn, so thin.

It’s the oldest story in the universe.

That’s the secret.


it’s the oldest story in the universe, this one or any other.

it’s the oldest story in the universe, this one or any other.