#stillthedoctor

“Stay right there, I’m trying to think of a sufficiently terrible pun about medical things while simultaneously insinuating you’re incompetent -”

"Say: 'G'morning, Daddy!'" Rose prompted the child in her arms, to which Abby only replied a happy coo. Nudging a barely-awake John, Rose beamed, settling their daughter on his chest.

stillthedoctor - continued from [x]

( the doctor ???)::

           He can see the spark of rebellion in her eyes,                 and it amuses him to be quite honest.

   He’ll break her of that soon enough.

       But Rose Tyler is nothing if not strong-willed,           and it’s going to take more than a few parlor               tricks to break her to a point where he’s happy.

    She’s scared of him though — terrified even,            it’s obvious in her expression — and that         is a good start. If he can just keep her scared,            keep her guessing, then maybe he’ll get somewhere.

    But of course half the fun is in getting there.

   ”Oh no Rose.” His voice is silky, almost        almost dangerously so. “You have it all wrong.     See, I don’t want to get rid of you. I don’t want you        to run away again. If that were what I wanted I     would’ve let you go already, wouldn’t I?”

No, he didn’t want her to leave. He’d had enough of her leaving, of her leaving him behind. What he wanted was for her to stay with. Forever.

                   Just like she promised.

In all her life she doesn't think she's ever felt this frustrated... or helpless. Confusion & turmoil incurably stain her features, r u s h i n g through her veins, & corrupting her sense of right,   & W R O N G. He may have moulded himself into something else to cope;; but she had been the one to trigger it- to trigger          all this-- she had been the reason he had          to adapt - change. So who exactly warranted         punishment? Everything had become cloudy         & murky, & his words have only succeeded in                   disorienting her even more. Each word                  sticking to her throat, building a  l u m p                  her voice couldn't seem to navigate around                   for a good few moments. Not while looking                          at him at least. Gaining her voice came              at the price of forfeiting her gaze, & she's feels            weak for doing so;; powerless. But it was better            than gaping at him while he stared daggers towards            her immediate direction. No... No.. she had to try            & speak up.  He couldn't treat her like this... he            couldn't. But how could she think that when she's            staring at the man she b r o k e?

Send me CAN I KEEP YOU and watch my muse’s reaction.

Her jaw is tensed & rigid, & she’s notsure of a lot of things when he’s presentbut she knows she doesn’t like how close he is;; his words dangling in theair coldly, sinister & dangerous, a shiver threatening to roll through herfrom the alarming gale of his words.   

        Briefly her mind becomes rather partial to a        time where she would’ve have leapt over         m o o n s ( yes, even with her own silly, old          respiratory system ) to hear those words pass                 from his lips. But now she feels her heart                 sinking in her chest, overwhelmed with                  hurt & regret. But it takes a lot to retort.                        Whether he knows it or not (& Rose                         most definitely thinks he’s aware of it )         he’s intimidation techniques are t e r r i f y i n g at        best, & speaking in his presence is like attempting         to swim against a brutal current or a hand clasped         harshly around your ankle & dragging you down.

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I didn't realize that last picture was you comparing shirts and I was like "Da fuq Sim you are NOT Billie Piper. But you ARE cute! (also no freaking way I'm not doing this to people they don't my face lol)

Dear god be safe :(