Rose Tyler - Blog Posts
On this day twenty years ago, Rose Tyler tried to find out more about the mysterious man known as the Doctor by googling "doctor". Iconic shit.
close enough, welcome back ninejackrose
My friends and I are watching dr who together (just the david Tennant seasons we are on limited time) and we just watched the season 2 finale and idk how to process it. One of my friends laid face down on the bed for ten minutes after and i feel like that was an appropriate response
How about... a Time Agent with a banana instead of a gun?
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FBI agent with a banana instead of a gun
There’s so much gorgeous fanart on this site. I really need to reblog more of it.
This is one of those fan artists from whom I have many works saved in my personal obsession folder and whom I’m super excited to have found and followed since making my tumblr.
Also, I love the idea of the Doctor going around and giving his companions Christmas presents :) Perhaps it all started with that red bicycle he took back to Rose when she was 12; perhaps it’s been going on much longer, because it’s fun to imagine with the classic companions as well--the Doctor dropping by Gallifrey and reluctantly leaving Leela a nice new knife, or more likely a yo-yo, and the like. (I’ve just started watching Leela’s run in the classic series and I think she’s on my top 10 list of companions, if I could possibly make such a thing.)
I love how even the ‘round thingies’ are red and green and how the lights are around the big branchy bits as if that’s the tree. It’s really just such a gorgeous art style, and I love seeing what the Doctor’s up to in his holiday downtime :)
I humbly beg forgiveness for the lateness of this. I had no idea when I signed up for the @dwsecretsanta gift exchange that a month later I would be offered a shiny new job that would swallow all my time. I am so very sorry about that.
This is for @nightfellart , a very TARDIS Christmas with Ten, enjoying a mug of creamy cocoa, en route to deliver gifts to his companions in time and space. I hope you had a very nice holiday this year!
I feel like doctor who should’ve done so much more with the fact that rose could do gymnastics (mentioned in the first episode of series 1)
Imagine, the doctor, rose and Jack are all trapped in a situation where the only escape would be if someone knew gymnastics, and rose just saves the day. IT WOULD BE AWESOME
Jack harkness the man you are. He kisses the doctor and rose and then like dies right after, then gets revived cause of roses love for him. Then he proceeds to look for the doctor for centuries after getting abandoned and then proceeds to fall inlove with his co worker who let a cyber man into the hub. They flirt infront of their dead co workers corps and then the lover fucking dies
“Time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me, I know I could have loved you but you would not let me” is such a time petals quote.
The doctor fits the whole ‘time casts a spell on you’ because he’s a time lord, he owns a space ship that travels though time, his species are literally the lords of time.
‘I know I could have loved you but you would not let me’ fits rose because while they are clearly inlove with each other, he refuses to admit it in some way. Like how in doomsday, when rose says she loves him, he responds with ‘quite right to’ and ‘rose Tyler I..’. He doesn’t admit it openly till a while later. But it’s so clear he loves her and she loves him, but he’s scared of loosing her, he knows he will outlive her and he’s scared of that. He can’t loose her, she’s so important to him it would destroy him. AND IT DOES!! With Martha, he’s clearly not over her and it shows.
“You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you” matches with bad wolf, they are destined for each other. She literally finds him in another dimension, trying to save him. She’s mentioned all the time. She’s been haunting the plot since doomsday and hasn’t stopped. They are made for each other and yet they can’t be together. While she gets the metacrisis doctor, he can’t have her in any way. They make me ill!!!
Silver springs by Fleetwood Mac is literally their song
Hey man, so sorry about your lover. Yeah, she’s trapped in another universe. Yeah, she also absorbed the heart of your space ship/time traveling machine. Yeah, she’s always going to be mentioned in the future because of how important she is.
@chiaroscuroverse requested: i’d love to see Nine/Rose in your style, if you want :) :) (i tried to make it somewhat film noir, to go with the vibe of the episode. not sure if it worked ❤️)
You’ll find your feet at the end of your legs. You may care to move them.
DOCTOR WHO | 2.10
DOCTOR WHO | 2.11
DONNA NOBLE & ROSE TYLER 4.11 "Turn Left"
Doctor Who rewatch ➜ one two gifset(s) per episode
↳01.12 - Bad Wolf(part 2/2)
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Doctor Who | 1.02 - "The End of the World"
Every Doctor Who Story → Parting of the Ways
“Rose, before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.”
I want to scour every season of DW to find all the Dalek Perspective shots, they make me go hee hoo teehee
Ah, hell of a right hook. Have to watch out for that.
+ bonus:
On this day in 2008, we were amazed at how many names could fit into the Doctor Who title sequence...
(The Stolen Earth, Series 4)
DOCTOR WHO | 2.01
DOCTOR WHO Rewatch: 1x02 “The End of the World”
“Hold on.”
Love and Monsters - series 02 - 2006
The Doctor and Rose
Coffee and a Chat. (Ninth Doctor Imagine)
Pairing: None, Nine/Rose if you squint real hard
Rating: G
It was raining. Again.
Though, of course, this was London, so it wasn't like you'd expected today to be sunny. But all the same, it was a dreary, grey, rainy September day.
And it was your birthday. A horrid one, at that.
You sighed and leaned back in your chair, putting a hand under your chin and moodily sipping your coffee, brooding on the day's events. First, you'd woken up twenty minutes late for school, then, when you got there, not one person had remembered your birthday at all. Then your favorite book had been stolen from your bag, only for you to find it later, food-stained and ruined, in the school cafeteria. After school, when you were supposed to be meeting your friends to go out to celebrate, you'd been stood up.
And now it was raining. Great.
"Lovely day, isn't it?"
You blinked and looked away from the window, up at the owner of the voice. A tall man with close cropped hair (and rather large ears, though you'd never say) smiled down at you and plopped himself into the seat across the table. You smiled back politely.
"If you like rain, I suppose." You turned your head back to the window, hoping he would leave.
"I like it myself, but I s'pose some don't. Don't understand why. Rain's so refreshing! It clears up all the dust and the smog and the car fumes and things, and it sounds pleasant, and it's fun to run in if you do it right." Clearly not. You refrained from sighing again, and instead raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the stranger in more detail.
He looked older, but not old. Mature, perhaps. As if you couldn't put an age on him at all. He wore boots, dark jeans and a dark green jumper, over which he had on a well-worn leather jacket. Overall, he looked as if he could be a workman of some description, or perhaps a traveler. Based on his way of talking, you assumed he was from somewhere in the North of England, and that it wasn't the first time he'd sat down to chat with a stranger, and that he saw nothing at all wrong with it. But he didn't seem dangerous, and actually the way he described the rain made it sound a bit fun. So you decided not to boot him from his seat immediately.
You put your coffee back on the table. "Well, when you put it that way, it doesn't sound nearly as bad."
"Oh, there's always a way of makin' things not sound so bad," he smiled, resting his elbows on the table. You mirrored him.
"What's your name?"
"(Y/N)."
He nodded approvingly. "'S a good name, I like it." You laughed a little.
"Thanks, I've had it since I was born." That made him chuckle.
"And what's yours?"
"I'm the Doctor." You blinked.
"The Doctor?"
"Yeah."
"That's your name."
"Yeah. Problem?" He said, amused, as if he'd had the same problem a thousand times.
You laughed. "Yeah, problem is that's not a name."
"It's what people call me!"
"But no one just calls people 'Doctor'!" you insisted with a grin, "People call each other by their titles and their names!"
"Your people do, but not everyone does."
That caught you off guard. "What d'you mean, 'your people'?"
He seemed to catch himself in a mistake. "I mean, you lot."
"Right, yeah, that clears it up." He shook his head happily.
"I just mean that other places, it's fine when I call myself that. No one asks any questions, they just call me as I tell them."
"Well," you picked up your drink again, "for normal people, there're titles and names together. So, Doctor who?" You toasted your drink mockingly and took a sip from the cooling coffee.
For some reason, "the Doctor's" smile brightened and he chuckled to himself.
"What did I say that was so funny?"
"Nothin', nothin'. It's just I get asked that a lot." He tilted his chin up, thinking. "You ever think, if someone made a book or a movie or sommit about you, what they'd call it? I reckon they'd call mine 'Doctor Who'."
"I don't know that anyone would be interested enough in my boring old life to make a movie."
The throwaway comment made the Doctor blink and frown a little. "What makes you think that?"
"Well, I'm nothing special, is all." He shook his head and leaned forward a little.
"(Y/N), just your existing makes you special. Think of all the coincidences that led to you being here, today, right now. One atom had to hit another just right to cause a huge explosion. One rock had to get just big enough and be just far enough from this sun to support a few little puny shrubs and some fish, that had to survive long enough to evolve into apes, that had to get smart enough and lucky enough to evolve into people. And two of those people fought the odds of meeting each other, a one in a few billion chance, to come together and cause you to live on a little soggy island and sit here today chatting to me. You're made of stardust and happy chance, and if that doesn't make you special, then I dunno what does."
Before you could really even process what he just said, and close your gaping mouth, the bell over the cafe door tinkled, and the Doctor looked up to smile at someone. You glanced over your shoulder to see a pretty blonde girl motioning to him to come with her, apparently a bit panicked.
You turned back to see him standing, and blurted, "D'you have to go, Doctor?" You really didn't want him to. For some reason, it felt like you'd be saying goodbye to a good friend.
He smiled again and stuffed his hands in the pockets of that worn leather jacket. "Oh, I never stay in one place too long, (Y/N). And apparently," he nodded to the door with an amused smirk, "it's a bit urgent." He walked up beside you and put a hand on your shoulder. You put your hand over his.
"Do you do this all the time?"
"Have coffee with strangers?"
"No," you smiled, your voice oddly a little choked, "say amazing things to strangers and then just leave."
"Oh, that. Yeah. Yeah, I do." He winked and pulled a package, which looked much too big to fit, from his pocket and set it on the table beside you. "Happy Birthday, by the way, (Y/N)."
And with that, he was gone. You watched him meet up with the girl and walk down the street with her, your eyes not leaving him until they lost him around a corner.
An odd sound echoed through the street, and you frowned. Somehow, you knew it had to do with him. You picked up the package and opened it carefully.
It was a copy of your favorite book, first edition, autographed, and with a tiny note inside that only read, in cramped quick handwriting, "Hell of a time finding this and getting it sighed, you know. See you someday."
Memories
Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Rating: G, but with like really mild angst
It was in the library.
Just a little thing. It shouldn't have been important enough for him to notice at all, really, except that it was pink. And not just any pink.
Her pink.
Not out of place in a library, a book. But this book...
He picked it up, staring at the cover, reading the embossed cursive words with a sad little smile on his face. Stardust Journal. He opened it to the inside cover, smiling at the little message written in it.
Property of Rose Tyler. If found inside the TARDIS, Doctor, c'mon, give it back. If found outside the TARDIS, please leave it where you found it. I'll be there to pick it up in a minute.
A Journal of Me and My Doctor.
He flipped it open to the first page, and found a pamphlet for a shop in London, and a news clipping whose headline read ATTACKING MANNEQUINS ON RAMPAGE. One word was scribbled in the middle of the page. Run! He laughed, and flipped through a few more pages, reminiscing.
A picture of Pete and Jackie Tyler, Jackie holding a little baby Rose, at a wedding for a friend. An ad for the Game Station's live premiere of Big Brother. A WW2 gas mask safety flyer. A ticket to see a strange collection of alien technology in America, deep underground. A sketch of a Dalek. A sketch of a Slitheen. The words Bad Wolf scribbled all over the place. Fantastic in the margins.
A piece of satsuma peel. A scrap of striped pajama. A picture of him (he looked so young!) taken on New Earth, on a ridge overlooking New New York. A dried piece of mistletoe, a picture of Queen Victoria. A picture of her and Sarah Jane in front of a school that appeared to have blown up. Strange, devilish symbols and a sketch of a demon. A picture of him posing stupidly with an Ood. A broken mirror shard. A child's drawing of him and the TARDIS. A picture of him lighting the Olympic torch. Allons-y and Oh yes! scribbled here and there. A sketch of a Cyberman.
He put down the book after that page, still smiling sadly at the image of her face, fuzzed over the years, smiling with her tongue out and laughing at him. He could almost still hear her saying "Doctor!" How long had it been, since...?
He picked up the book again, and flipped to the last filled in page. It was just a sketch of the two of them, holding hands beside the TARDIS, heads tilted toward the sky. Forever was written across the bottom, with a heart beside it.
A single tear rolled down his cheek as he tucked the book onto a nearby shelf.
"Doctor?"
Amy stood in the doorway, looking impacient. "I thought we were going to see another planet? It's date night for me and Rory, you remember."
He sighed, nodded, and straightened his bowtie. "Of course. Where to?"
Applegrass
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG for heavy angst
He was lying on applegrass. But that couldn't be right. The last time he'd done this... He looked beside him.
There she was, grinning down at him, blonde hair whipping in the breeze, her tongue between her teeth, exactly how he remembered. "Doctor? You fell asleep on me. You alright?"
A small awe-fillled smile crept across his face. "Rose?" he said, very quietly, not quite daring to believe it. She laughed and his hearts nearly stopped. "Yeah, 'course I am. Who'd you expect? Is that whole regeneration thingy still messin' with your 'ead?" He laughed just a little. "I...it must be. I...I must have just....dreamt it all...?" She grew concerned and he wanted to slap himself. He never wanted to see anything but a smile on that face ever again. "What'd you dream about tha's got you so rattled?" He sat up slowly. "I dreamed...I dreamed I-I'd lost you....I dreamed I was alone....This whole weird thing with a...an ancient creature, on Earth....it was Christmas...and there was this bride...but all I could think, seeing her in that-that dress, was...." He stared at her through this whole little speech, and realized what he was about to say almost too late. He managed to stop himself, and cleared his throat awkwardly. Rose stared right back into his eyes, and murmured, "Doctor...what were you thinkin' about?" And looking into the eyes he could have sworn he'd be missing for the rest of his long lives, without the hope of seeing them again, he gave in to what he'd resisted for what felt like too long. "I kept thinking about how beautiful you'd look in a wedding gown, and how much I missed you, and how much it hurt that I'd never...never said..." She looked shocked that he'd said it out loud, and was blushing violently. He chuckled and pulled her into a hug as she whisper-squeaked "Doctor!" into his shoulder. They held each other for a moment before she pulled back a little, cleared her throat, and said nervously, tucking hair behind her ear-a habit he loved so much-"So...does that mean...do you...?" He almost couldn't believe what he was doing, but he had been given the chance to see what could happen if he didn't.He could never let her go. He thought he had always known he couldn't. Though it didn't make any sense, though he was still a Time Lord and she was still human...he didn't care anymore. So, he leaned in, cupping her face with one hand and tucking the other around her waist. She gasped slightly. He smiled and brushed her lips, gently, almost hesitantly, almost as if he were asking for permission. She granted it by kissing him back, firmly but very, very gently.He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, didn't want to. In this moment, he wasn't a soldier, or a survivor, or a god, or an alien. He was just a man, kissing the most amazing, impossible, beautiful, fantastic woman who had ever lived. After a very long moment, they pulled back to look at each other, and giggled awkwardly, their forheads pressed together. "Finally," Rose cheeked, nudging his arm, "Took you this long to figure that out?" He took her hand and stared at it, his thumb stroking affectionately across her knuckles. "Rose?" He looked up at her pleadingly. "Promise me that you'll never leave?" She laughed, and scooped him into another hug. He held her tightly, as if he'd never let go. "'Course I won't. Because..." She moved to face him and grinned his favorite grin. Very hesitantly, and blushing heavily-how it should have...should be, he thought, no rush or pain-Rose said the only thing the Time Lord would have burned up suns to hear. "Doctor...my Doctor...I love you." He looked into her eyes, trying to convey all of the emotion he could with them because he knew his voice alone would never be sufficient for how he felt for his little pink and yellow human shopgirl. "Rose Tyler..." The name on his tongue was the most beautiful music ever sung. He smiled her favorite hundred watt smile, and took a deep breath for those three little words...the most important words he'd ever say...
The Doctor woke with a start, unsure at first where he was. Where was Rose? Where was the grass? Why didn't the air feel right? He looked around, and slowly, as his dark, lonely bedroom registered, he remembered. He looked down at his disheveled brown suit, at the tightly balled up covers in his left hand, at the small, insignificant looking blue and purple jacket clutched in his right, and he felt tears well up again. He began to shake, hard, staring at it. The pain of losing her was fresh all over again, all the good Donna had done for him destroyed by one moment of weakness from his subconcious. Her face was still fresh in his mind, smiling, blushing, happy and carefree, her voice still saying those words in that beautiful London accent. He brought the jacket up to his face, holding it with both hands now, and gently rubbed the soft fabric across his cheek. It still smelled like her. Faint floral perfume, and her shampoo.
He broke down, sobbing and rocking, and stayed on his bed, wishing the world away, calling in vain for his Rose, cursing himself for ever pausing before saying those cruel words. Every room in the whole TARDIS echoed with his screams and sobs. They almost seemed strongest and most heartbroken in one partricular, empty little pink room.
Far away, in a little pink room, a pink and yellow human shopgirl screamed awake, crying, begging him to say it, please say it. She slowly stopped screaming, and cried silently, a small silver key on a chain clutched in her right hand, hugged close to her chest. It was all she had left of him. She could still see his face fresh in her mind, smiling, blushing, goofy and nervous enough to be a teenage human boy, still hear his voice shyly calling her beautiful in a wedding gown. It had been a dream. But of course, this dream, though especially vivid tonight,was not unusual for her.