When an actor stumbles into their fandom on Tumblr:
THERE IS SO MUCHGOOD FANFICTION IN THIS WORLD
SO GOD DAMN MUCH
SO MANY FICS THAT I WOULD CUT OFF MY LEFT ARM TO SEE PLAYED OUT
AND PEOPLE CHOOSE FIFTY SHADES OF GREY
This was the most beautiful person ever
HOLY SHIT, SOMEONE ACTUALLY DID THIS
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
SHERLOCKIANS ARE NOT ALLOWED ON THE ROOF
Repeat after me kids:
A relationship does not have to be romantic and/or sexual to be important.
1. Handwrite your name.
2. Handwrite your Tumblr URL.
3. Handwrite your blog title.
4. Handwrite your Tumblr crushes.
5. Handwrite your favorite season of the year.
6. Handwrite what color shirt your wearing right now.
7. Handwrite your favorite actresses and actors.
8. Handwrite your favorite TV shows.
9. Handwrite your favorite bands/singers.
10. Handwrite your favorite songs.
11. Handwrite your favorite number.
12. Handwrite the country you currently live in.
13. Handwrite the country you were born in.
14. Handwrite “hello”.
15. Handwrite your name in the hand that you do NOT normally use.
16. Handwrite 3 words that sum you up.
17. Handwrite the first 10 words that come to mind.
18. Handwrite a message to your followers.
19. Handwrite my url
doctor who meme | nine scenes (3/9)
↳ i could do so much more! | the end of time part II
She’s killed hundreds, thousands, millions. Whole planets have burned in her wake. She walked through the chaos like some avenging goddess. Boots caked with blood and glass shards, dirt streaking her cheeks and her eyes a dark unforgiving amber. It was a small city, even smaller in the disaster. Fire bleeding from buildings and screams echoing the air. Ashe raining down like snow, the sound of her hands gripping another throat and snapping, a loud snick through the air. She was dying of grief, life wasn’t kind to her so why should she be kind to it’s creations. It was a twisted way of sense.
Simply a blip in her time stream, a little hiccup in the system. For her, it’s bliss. That single minute of death, silence, peace. It what she tries to hold onto. It should be the other way around, she should be clinging to life like every other little being that walks or breathes. She doesn’t. She welcomes it like a friend. It’s comforting peace her salvation. She already knows she can’t die,
but sometimes it’s nice to.
She didn’t want to.. except for when she did. There was a darker part of her that thrived on it, feed off of it like a leech. As if it thought she could take enough lives to bring him back. She usually uses time energy, the golden light shooting out of her hands reducing living beings into ash. However, she isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. She’s cracked necks, stabbed, shot, slit throats, and even crushed necks in her bare hands. Strength reducing them to dust. She knows just how much to bleed a person to where the just beg to be let go. Age didn’t matter, she has too much blood on her hands to tell. Children, women, men, didn’t matter. As long as there was blood coating her hands and a body at her feet, why did it matter?
From life, from the newest captor, didn’t matter. She’d never get tired of the peace it brought. The only time she was certain she’d never taste it again was when she’d met him. He acted like the Doctor, wearing a dark tux and his hair still just as ruffled. He’d pretended to be him, the him she knew. He coaxed her onto the Tardis and swiftly knocked her out. She awoke chained to a wall, bare as the day she was born. Her eyes settling on him, she cursed him, yelling and spitting and cussing him up one side and down the other. Didn’t help. He’d keep beating her, made it so she was too weak to get away.
The manic glee on his face when he found out she couldn’t die made her nauseous. She died everyday after that, different ways, until it depended on how he felt. He’d raped her, repeatedly. Teeth biting down on her throat as she sobbed and struggled against him. She wanted to burn her skin off, to feel okay again. She cowered in front of him. Rose Tyler wasn’t one to cower, or tremble. He found Jack, taking him along as well. Rose had cried and plead and tried to bargain, he’d only caress her jaw and tell her to hush. Jack was only killed everyday, his torture was to watch helpless to do anything to help her.
Then one day, he only came to check they were still there and left. She ripped her chains from the wall after tugging for hours, her wrists bloodied and throbbing. Jack was unconscious, beaten to a pulp. She wrapped her arms around his waist and transported them out to her flat, away from the parallel world from hell. And as she struggled under the weight of Jack’s form, she didn’t think she’d ever forget the feel of the sunlight through that window.
If Rose ever needed to feel safe she had two people who could make her feel better. Her first Doctor and Jack. She found her first Doctor, all big ears and leather was the one who made her feel the safest. His arms comforting as he held her, his gorgeous lilting voice soothing her as he purred soft comforting words. And Jack, Jack was like a teddy bear. He’d give her a giant hug and cuddle with her while they watched a Disney movie, even singing the lyrics to her in his rather horrendous singing voice. With them, Rose felt protected, but most of all, loved.
Rose had a theory. The only people that ever told the truth were drunks, dying, and severely pissed off people. Sometimes, she was all three. If she knew you were going to die, she wouldn’t lie like the Doctor. She’d just give you a look, whiskey hues saying the words plush lips didn’t want to. She never was good at being honest.
Those people she’d killed, those planets that burned. Those innocent people. Their screams haunt her dreams, their weight on her back a constant reminder. She’s plagued by the fact that she exterminated a whole race. She’s no better than a dalek, in her mind anyway.
Him. Plain enough. No matter what face, what body he was inhabiting then she would always trust him. Her blue eyed Doctor, all soft touches and sweet words. Her pinstriped Doctor with his sweet kisses and loving actions and her bowtie Doctor, with his loving caresses and his obsession with leaving marks on her. She loves every one.
Her blue eyed Doctor was the one she was usually with, he was sweet and loving and rough when she needed him to be. Her spiky hair Doctor was almost always loving, he was quite kinky at times however. Her bowtie Doctor was just a sweetheart, she loved when his hair would flop into his face. He was particularly fond of covering her in kisses. She loved him either way.
Rose Tyler was and has always been an open book, it’s not that she blabbed. It’s just people could always seem to read her. She’s gotten better at lying as she got older. She had to. To protect herself. Now, she could tell you she’d been to mars and you’d absolutely believe her. She’s actually never been, but she heard it’s nice.