ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒʷ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ

Words matter! One death, one ripple, and history will change in a blink. The future will not be the world you know. The world you came from, the world you were created in, won’t exist, so neither will you. It’s not just his life at stake, it’s yours. You want to sacrifice yourself for this? You want me to sacrifice you? You want to call it? Do it now. All of you…. Yeah. Cos sometimes this team structure isn’t flat. It’s mountainous, with me at the summit in the stratosphere. Alone. Left to choose. Save the poet, save the universe. Watch people burn now or tomorrow. Sometimes, even I can’t win. independent and highly selective thirteenth doctor of doctor who penned by sunny. credit

he's   like   fire   and   ice   and   rage.   he's   like   the   night   and   the   storm   in   the   heart   of   the   sun.   he's   ancient   and   forever.   he   burns   at   the   centre   of   time   and   can  see   the   turn   of   the   universe   //   a   private,   highly   selective   writing   blog   for   the   tenth   doctor   of   bbc’s   doctor   who.   regenerated   by   rowan.

    “nothing dangerous this time, promise!” as if those promises ever meant anything. the doctor could say ‘nothing dangerous’ until they were blue in the face — chances were the universe had other ideas. “how about we go and get chips? it’s been ages since we had chips!”

❝     alright   then   ,      i’ll   hold   you   to   it   .       ❞       rose   says   with   a   tongue   in   teeth   smile   ,      already   preparing   for   the   worst   .      ❝    oh   chips   would   be   lovely   !      forget   alien   planets   ,      can’t   beat   some   simple   chips   .   back   in   pete’s   world   ,      they   just   weren’t   right  .      the   ones   here   really   are   the   best​​   .    ❞

RTD ERA MEME. ↳ 1/8 outfits ★ rose in tooth & claw.

     “you don’t seem like you’re from ‘round here. i mean…” she looked at rose, head tilting slightly. the way she spoke ( the accent, sure, but it was more than that ), the way she was dressed. there’d been some weird things in hawkins, she’d hardly be surprised if it was more than just a cross-continental trip. “like, obviously. but there’s more to it, isn’t there? who are you?”

❝     nah   ,      my   friend   and   i   -   we’re   just   passing   by   .     ❞      rose   offers   a   slight   smile   ,      reassuring   the   teen   where   she   can   .      it’s   the   eighties   -   which   means   either   she’s   just   a   twinkle   in   her   mum’s   eye   ,      or   she’s   running   the   woman   wild   .      she’s   not   quite   sure   on   the   year   ,      what   with   the   doctor’s   driving   and   all   .        ❝      ‘m   just   rose   ,      nothing   too   special   .      i’m   from   london   ,      though   .      bit   far   from   here   .     ❞

What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad, chips are on me. We’ve only got five billion years till the shops close.

Newest scrap jumper from some of my leftover yarns

It’s called the TARDIS, this thing. T.A.R.D.I.S. That’s Time And Relative Dimension In Space.

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