theoncomingsass asked: ""Excuse me.""

theoncomingsass:

itsjustabadwolf:

itsjustabadwolf:

1. A shower

Rose sighed, standing under the warm spray of the Tardis shower. She often came here when he was out and about on some adventure. She basked in the comfort his room provided, plus his shower was lovely for getting out all the tenseness in her back.

She let out a content sigh as she opened his body wash, the smell of him filling the steamy room. Her eyes fluttered shut, taking in deep breaths as she rubbed the soap over her body.

"It’s just that you want to sulk and stew in your sadness and I won’t let you." she finished for him softly, her hands moving up to cradle his face.

"If you want to be here, then call. That’s all you need to do." she murmured, leaning in to place a soothing kiss on his lips as her thumbs stroked his cheekbones. "Just call." she finished lightly, leaning her forehead against his.

The Doctor stared at Rose for a moment, trying to decide if he should argue further… but then he sighed, his shoulders slumping forward in defeat. “I love you,” he mumbled, leaning forward and pressing a tender kiss to her lips. His mood hadn’t improved, but he knew better than try to argue Rose away anymore. She wasn’t going to listen to him. She never had.

"I love you too, my grumpy Timelord." she smiled gently, kissing him back lovingly. She pressed herself against him lightly as her arms wrapped around his neck.

"How about we just go lay in bed and snuggle hmm?" she asked softly, tilting her head at him with a gentle smile.


theoncomingsass asked: ""Excuse me.""

theoncomingsass:

itsjustabadwolf:

itsjustabadwolf:

1. A shower

Rose sighed, standing under the warm spray of the Tardis shower. She often came here when he was out and about on some adventure. She basked in the comfort his room provided, plus his shower was lovely for getting out all the tenseness in her back.

She let out a content sigh as she opened his body wash, the smell of him filling the steamy room. Her eyes fluttered shut, taking in deep breaths as she rubbed the soap over her body.

Honey hues studied his sadly, watching as he turned away again. “Sweetheart, come’ere.” she murmured, coaxing him to spin and encouraging him to bury his face in the crook of her neck.

"You’re right, love. I know you try so hard and are so careful, but here’s the thing. You can’t save everyone, my love. Not always. And I know that hurts you, but you are so brave and so strong and I wish I could take you with me and love you all day, everyday until you’re sick of it. But I can’t. You have to keep going, and it’s not fair. But I’ll always be here after. Always." she soothed, pressing a kiss to his temple and running her fingers through his hair soothingly.

Part of the Doctor wanted to remain stubborn, to let his failure wash over him as effectively as the shower was… but Rose wouldn’t allow him to sulk. She pulled him down, and he didn’t have it in him to resist. His hands encircled her waist loosely and he sighed. 

"Tha’s just it, Rose. You’re not always here. You’re here when you want t’ be.” He didn’t mean for it to sound so accusatory, but when he pulled away from the embrace, his eyes were sad. “I told y’ it was a bad time. I didn’t mean tha’ like it sounded… It’s jus’…” The Doctor sighed. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he had meant, just that he wanted to be alone, and this beautiful, stubborn girl wouldn’t let him.

"It’s just that you want to sulk and stew in your sadness and I won’t let you." she finished for him softly, her hands moving up to cradle his face.

"If you want to be here, then call. That’s all you need to do." she murmured, leaning in to place a soothing kiss on his lips as her thumbs stroked his cheekbones. "Just call." she finished lightly, leaning her forehead against his.


"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness."
— Iain Thomas (I Wrote This For You)

Your muse sees mine up for sale at an auction. How much would your muse pay to buy them and why?

ask-bloody-fundanny:

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tennants-hair:

when i find myself in times of trouble

the 12th doctor comes to me

speaking words of wisdom

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trogdorthe-burninator:

fallenfromthursday:

strugglingbutstillfighting:

gallifreyangel:

spookysataan:

and it is the most important line ever spoken in the history of our series

if you don’t reblog this i am judging you

this is the very essence of our fandom

it is our origins
 
so reblog now 

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#this was the first seal

This is the moment that defined the show. Because it was supposed to be about two boys killing monsters and demons and episode by episode telling a short little action story. It was supposed to be about the tough, brawny big brother and the smart, more introverted little brother who ran away but the monsters were still out there. It was supposed to be a superhero story about winning and beating what’s in the dark. What we know is that everything it was supposed to be stayed only as “supposed to be”.

It’s a story about love, loss, and desperation. It’s about watching Dean’s eyes die as every season progresses. It’s about every time Sam suffers needlessly, every time he fails and every time he gets back up. It’s about how two brothers turned the world, heaven and hell, against them and about how they loved each other enough to sacrifice it five times over and still manage to save its sorry ass. It’s about the way they sing in their ‘67 impala at the top of their lungs. It’s about the times they’ve cried. It’s about driving down that tired road and classic rock and the feel of one another’s shoulderblades against their own, pistols out, surrounded by monsters. It’s hope and family and how that can include a winged tax collector in a trenchcoat, and a bearded old drunk who puts his own spin on “idiots”.

In this moment it’s family that has left and family that has been brought together. Two brothers crashing to the ground, one defiant against the darkness in and around him and one loyal to a fault with the faith of millions.

Dean’s going to open the pages of this book and tell you their story. He’s going to tell you everything.

Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.


sciencewithashield:

things i don’t want to do:

  • drafts

things i want to do:

  • continue the threads in my drafts

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crownedconsultingcriminal:

lumos5000:

dangerhamster:

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE

OK, so this scene wasn’t originally scripted. RTD added it into the script based on Bernard Cribbins’ experience of the war.

Bernard Cribbins fought in World War Two

Bernard Cribbins never killed a man

And Bernard Cribbins is incredibly proud of that. 

AND IN THAT MOMENT I LOVED WILFRED MOTT’S CHARACTER EVEN MORE!!