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First official Dalek photo from the Doctor Who 50th. [x]

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AU - The Wolfâs Cub
âWhat are you singing to her, Doctor?â
âIâm singinâ an old nursery rhyme from Gallifrey. I want to make sure she knows the language.â
OH MY GOD NINE/ROSE CAN I KISS YOU
MY HEART
I think iâm crying
stabbing my face off would have been kinder
this is literally the first nine AU Iâve ever seen of Rose/Nine before, HOLY FUCKING SHIT LET ME BOWN DOWN TO WHOEVER MADE THIS
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me: look at all the drafts i have
me: i'll get those done
me: OHMYGOSH THAT STARTER
me: i have too many drafts i shouldn't do the thing
me:
starter:
me:
starter:
me:
starter: do the thing
me: *does the thing*
wibbly wobbly challenge | AU Graphic. Pick two three characters plus a random song
A little party never killed nobody - Rose and Martha as professional thieves who plan the heist of a lifetime. Donna Noble is a time agent trying to follow them, one party at the time.
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am i going to be attracted to an older man again?
am i going to be attracted to an older man again?
Text to: Wrong Number
[Text] He definitely does that on occasion.
[Text] More than that really.
[Text] Â Did you know he leaves the breaks on constantly?
[Text] Thatâs why the TARDIS makes the vworp noise.
[Text] really? i thought that was a weird noise, didnt think about it though [Text] if im honest, though, i like it, because then i can hear it whenever [Text] ...is he going to be mad at me for talking to you?
Dust to Dust || Amy/Rose
Come into Torchwood asap, I've got an assignment for you. You've got a partner today - Amelia Pond. - Jack
Rose sat up in the bed she'd been laying in. The transporter she'd had had been jammed; she'd been told signals were supposed to be back up in two or three weeks. So far, she'd by-passed one week - and had only checked in with Torchwood, to see if they needed help. Jack had told her he'd page her if he needed her (and was dully informed there-off that he'd best only page her for professional business - she was a married woman now, after all, and couldn't be flirting around with him, no matter how charming he may be). And everyday, around four or five every morning, you can bet your life saving that she'd get a page from Jack, asking for her help. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, it was simply that the hours at her Torchwood were loads more preferable.
Nonetheless, she dressed herself and headed in, stopping in the lobby to hastily grab a bagel for her forgotten breakfast, then to Jack's office, where she saw an unfamiliar length of firey red hair splayed out over a chair, but no Jack anywhere. "Miss Pond, is tha' you?" she inquired, inclining her head politely. "Hello, I'm Rose. Jack se' me up with you because we 'ave somethin' to do today. I'm assumin' 'e wen' over i' with you already? Because I 'aven't 'eard a thing."

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Text to: Wrong Number
[text: rose tyler] Because I'm a genius. [text: rose tyler] Duh. [text: rose tyler] Also she kept playing it one time when I /borrowed/ her for a bit. [text: rose tyler] The Doctor's always different. It's a regeneration thing.
[Text] cocky, aren't ya? [Text] it's entertaining. [Text] oh God. what does he look like next time around?
A Rose By Any Other Name
Nostalgia washed over him in cool waves as the Doctor watched Rose as he clung desperately to the console; she hadnât changed. Of course, it mattered little, theyâd have no time together before theyâd be forced apart again. Everyone she loved was there, in the other world, and who was he? The alien she used to love? What difference would he make in comparison to her entire family?
Her doubt brought a frown to his features, forehead creasing and thick brows furrowing. The doctorâs hazel gaze licked over her form as the TARDIS wheezed to a halt. âWhat, you think I canât fly her? She knows where we need to be."
The Doctor stroked the wooden outer shell of the machine before allowing the doors to click shut. As he locked the doors, a thought passed through his mind, and the Doctor turned to Rose. âDo you⌠Do you still have your key?"
Wandering forward, the time-lord shoved his hands deep into his pinstripe trouser pockets and blew out a huff of air. While he meandered, hazel eyes flickered over the street, and over the horizon. There were subtle ways to tell it was no longer his universe, and the Doctor set off in the direction of the proof he sought.
"There, see?" He pointed once they could see the sky with clarity. Several blimps spotted the skies above London, just as he recalled. âIs that proof enough? Can we continue? Where do we need to be, then?"
"Well, I don't know, maybe she 'as other plans - she 'as other plans a lo', you know? I'm jus' expectin' wha' I usually expec' out of 'er." Hopping out the doors, she followed him, eyes continuing to skim over everything, just to be sure.
Her head snapped, however, at his next question. Drawing her tongue over her bottom lip, she swallowed nervously, before slowly nodding, reaching to the chain around her neck and pulling it off. There, at the end up the dangling necklace, was that silver key she received ages ago. "It's lit up before - jus' twice - warnin' me of danger when I was workin'. I didn't know -" a painful gulp, "I didn't know if i' was you somehow lookin' ou' for me, or if i' was the TARDIS still connected to the key an' me. Bu' the key kept me alive." A small, somber smile passed over her lips.
As they walked, she finally let a laugh bubble off her lips; "Fine, fine, I believe you," she snickered, shaking her head. "Yeah, follow me, we'll stop by Torchwood. Wai' till you mee'Â this world's version of Jack. Can't say you'll be surprised, though." Setting forward towards the sidewalk nearby, she took his hand in hers, fingers latching tightly around his.