Rose Tyler - Blog Posts
they are so butch4femme coded. this is girls kissing. this is wlw this is my tragic yuri
Thinking about Doctor Who series one episode eleven “Boom Town” again…
Vice Versa
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial! With the prompt:
[over on ao3] Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler WC: 719 The console room being upside-down's one heck of a way to wake a person up. And what's with the rabbit-themed walls?
Rubbing at her eyes, Rose steps out onto the ceiling. And slips down the curved wall with a yelp. Scrabbling for purchase, her fingernails scrape across worn copper, then oddly-indented roundels… before she rolls to a stop at the bottom.
"Ow," she says.
Overhead the door that'd led her into this mess clicks shut; the quiet sound echoes through the cavernous space.
"Sorry, sorry," a cheerful and all too familiar voice calls. "Everything's just a little… wonky, right now. I'll get it fixed in a jiffy!"
On automatic, she looks down.
Below her cyan gleams across thick branches that stretch outward from their coral base, catching on wild hair and a beaming angular face.
The Doctor's currently clinging half-way up one of the struts like his very life depends on it, sonic screwdriver held in one hand.
"Looks like you've been trying to fix this for more than a jiffy," Rose calls back. "How's this happened?" She eases herself into a sitting position, trying to ignore how her stomach's currently doing backflips on how far off from the safe ground she is… and the stings from newly borne grazes. Won't be surprised if she winds up with bruises after this, that was far from a fun fall.
"Ah yes, well," with a grimace, he scratches behind his ear, "she doesn't like the rabbit-themed desktop I er, installed."
"The what?" She squints at the odd shapes situated around the roundels. Usually they're hexagons but these have sets of rounded out-rectangles sprouting out that look a lot like… "Oh."
Fiddling with the sonic's settings, the Doctor hurries on with adding, "With all that jabbering on you did on the phone with Jackie about chocolate eggs and all of that. I thought, Easter, you know, bit of celebration, bit of fun! Bring a bit of a festive touch to the ship!"
"An' you didn't think to ask about stopping off to celebrate it with me and my mum?" Amusement bubbles up before she can stop it, knowing fully well how awkward he can be about anything close to 'domestic'. … Despite his whole time spent celebrating Christmas with her shortly after he'd regenerated.
"Welll…" He trails off, squinting at the monitor blaring dimly down below. Then points the screwdriver at it. There's a whirr, an irritated grating noise similar to someone clearing their throat, then… the rabbit outlines around every roundel are replaced by angles again.
And Rose realises she's being turned around mid-air - floating in place.
Before gravity notices it exists and pulls her down at a surprisingly gentle pace. Trainers clacking against the metal grating, she turns to catch a blur of pinstripes halt before the console.
Tapping on the chunky keyboard, the Doctor turns the monitor screen off before twirling to face her, tucking the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket. "Told you fixing it wouldn't take too long," he says, sounding way too smug over sorting out something he'd caused. "Now, what do you say to visiting a particular planet over in the Oryctolagus system? Has giant rabbits over there. Just imagine it! Fluffy giant rabbits, with floppy ears!"
Running her hand through her hair to disentangle the mussed-up strands, she quirks an eyebrow at him. "You're still thinking 'bout the chocolate eggs, aren't you?"
Tilting his head a bit to the left, he leans further against the console's edge. "Who says I am? Might not be." He tugs at his ear. "Well, little bit. Can't go wrong with those ones with the little surprises in the middle. Pralines. Chocolate itself used to be a luxury item, you know. Up until the late 19th century. Speaking of luxury items with surprises inside - Jewelled Fabergé eggs! They were grand gifts created for Russian Tsars by Peter Carl Fabergé himself."
"Could always stop off to pick some of the Easter eggs up," Rose suggests, keeping it casual as she goes over to rest against the railing. "Head over to the… Oric-whatever system."
"Oryctolagus," he corrects. Tapping out a random beat against the coral surface, he turns to eye the doors before looking back at her. "Could do. Quick pop in, then off again. Just… for the eggs."
"Just for them," Rose agrees with a small grin.
And he grins back at her, that small moment of hesitance gone in an instant.
hehe, made my big finish order for the ninth doctor series 4 cd set!! god i cannot wait for it to be released
Step By New Step
Woo! So excited to be postin' my first prompt fic for @flashfictionfridayofficial!! What better way to start things off than with this particular prompt for these two as they work through the aftermath of everything that is Journey's End. [over on ao3] Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Metacrisis Doctor/Rose Tyler WC: 1000 “Still gettin’ used to sleeping like a regular person?”
Jumping, the Doctor twirls around, forces a grin as he meets Rose’s cheeky smile. She’s leaning against the door-frame, shadows beneath her eyes. Looks a bit like he feels, all out of sorts.
“Regular? Who says I’m regular. Never stuck to regular, me.”
“Like how you’re taking your coffee?” There’s a definite hint of laughter there now to her tone. “Irregular?”
Two days. It’s been two days in the wake of his original self leaving. Well, fifty-three hours and sixteen minutes, actually. But who’s counting?
Not him. Why’d he go and do something like that?
Okay, maybe it’s helping. Has been. Kind of.
Fingers tapping against his thigh, he stares at the coffee machine. Listening to the water bubbling away. Optimal temperature. Tries not to count down the seconds in time with how long it’s been since he’d flipped the switch, destroyed the Dalek fleet, told Rose he—
“Still gettin’ used to sleeping like a regular person?”
Jumping, the Doctor twirls around, forces a grin as he meets Rose’s cheeky smile. She’s leaning against the door-frame, shadows beneath her eyes. Looks a bit like he feels, all out of sorts.
“Regular? Who says I’m regular. Never stuck to regular, me.”
“Like how you’re taking your coffee?” There’s a definite hint of laughter there now to her tone. “Irregular?” She pushes off from the frame, heading over to join him proper in this almond-expanse of a kitchen. “Didn’t think you even knew how to work one of these things.” ‘Or need to use it,’ is implied by the flicker of her gaze over his features—probably looks tired. And he is.
It’s awful feeling it. How do humans function like this from day to day?
“Oh, there’s plenty you don’t know about me, Rose Tyler.” Like how her mascara’s smudged and he has the weirdest urge to fix it. While simultaneously wanting to go right back to bed this very instant, and what does that say about him? Him? The Doctor.
“Mm, so I’ve noticed.” There’s a hint of cheek there, but the way her gaze flicks away from him says it’s more than that.
Smoothing down his shirt, he focuses on the machine more than her. Oh, the water’s stopped boiling, he can… do the clicky thing now.
Fit the coffee grounds in.
Though as he struggles with that, a sigh breaks through the open space. And Rose’s hands, gentle and still so kind, take the portafilter from his.
“Lemme do it,” she says. “Saves us a couple of minutes.” She flashes him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and he shuffles back, letting her work the machine.
It feels… so wrong, this. Domestic.
But also…
Studying her profile, he chews on the inside of his mouth—probably picked it up from Donna, not his habit. It’s not just weariness, is it? Not with Rose. It’s… it’s probably him.
More than likely.
Most definitely.
‘But he’s not you.’ So heart-broken as she’d said it back then, with eyes only for his original self. Standing right there, beside the TARDIS. “Sorry,” he blurts out.
She stills. Then she’s fitting a cup beneath the nozzle. “For what?” It’s casual, a little strained, her response.
“For… Just…” He flails a hand about for the answer. Can’t push any of what he really wants to say out into the open. Everything within him’s babbling about it too fast. “This,” he settles on.
Me, he almost says. But doesn’t.
“S’ not your fault,” she says, cold, curt. Glaring at the coffee machine like it’s out to get her. Then she takes a breath in, releases it. “Just… need time to work through this, yeah?” She glances his way, the small smile’s back. But it’s a bit brighter, not meant to hurt. “An’ we got plenty of that now.”
She’s saying it for him, not for herself. He can tell.
He doesn’t know how, just does. In the inflection. In the way she looks at him, like she’s seeing someone else. Someone better.
Running a hand through his hair, fast and rough, he breathes out through his nose. Turns away.
He hears the clink of the cup three seconds before arms wrap around his waist. “Don’t,” she says, then there's light pressure—she's pressing her forehead against his back. Warmth against his spine. “Don’t do that.”
He looks down at the tiled floor. “Do what?”
“Go all distant, going somewhere I can’t follow.” Her arms tighten around him. On automatic he rests a hand over hers, runs his thumb over the back of it. “I’m still here.”
“Then stay here.”
His singular heart twists in his chest. And he turns, holding her close. The rapid beat of her own heart thrums against his ribcage, her floral perfume brushing past his nose.
He kisses the crown of her head. It’s stiff, but his to do. For her sake. “All this time,” he murmurs, “I’ve been running. But when I was at my worst… you showed up.”
Something like a laugh breaks out of her, but it catches in her throat. “Just that one word: 'run', and it’s all we did,” she says, teasing. “Going from one place to the next, never stopping. All those different places we went to… People we met. An’ you could say what you like, but I could see how kind you were, even then.” “Couldn’t have asked for a better friend, pulling more of that out of me. Making me see it for myself.” Stepping back, the Doctor looks into her eyes. Hazel, flecked with hints of green. Lashes fluttering as she tries to fight back her tears. “Or who you’ve become to me now.”
She reaches up, cupping his face between her hands. And for a moment, just a moment, they stay like that. Seeing past everything they were and to what they’ll be able to have in the future—their future—together. Separate strands from their timeline weaving together in silver and gold.
Then he kisses her.
It’s an awkward thing, unlike the surge of emotions yanked out of them both on Bad Wolf Bay. Slow with hesitance, but she guides him, her lips soft against his own. When they part, he presses his forehead to hers. Gentle, as she’d been with him. Trying to convey what he can’t in words.
And together they breathe into the quiet.
Doctor Who rewatch ➜ one gifset per episode
↳01.04 - Aliens of London
Chapters: 13/24 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler Characters: Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor's TARDIS Additional Tags: Introspection, Character Study, Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Loss, Love, Trust Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, The TARDIS rooms aren't shown enough so I'm taking that into my own hands, TARDIS Repairs (Doctor Who), Exploring the TARDIS, Life in the TARDIS, Missing Scene, Slice of Life, Processing Trauma, Ninth Doctor Era, Complicated Relationships, Melancholy, Post-Episode: s01e03 The Unquiet Dead (Doctor Who), Nightmares, Original Alien Planet, Injury Recovery, Angst, Classic Doctor Who References, Bad Wolf, Episode: s01e08 Father's Day (Doctor Who)
What if Rose Tyler died after consuming the time vortex, and all that was left was the Bad Wolf?
Bonus:
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor & Original Daemon Character Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Original Daemon Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Daemon Settling (His Dark Materials), Angst, Adjustment Period, Pete's World (Doctor Who), Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Episode: s04e13 Journey's End (Doctor Who), Character Study, Double Drabble, Complicated Relationships Series: Part 4 of Daemon Days Summary:
One heart. One form.
But who are they, really, beyond what they've been made to become?
Rose Tyler's Wardrobe, Series 1
Hi everybody! It’s been a long, long, long time since I wrote a Doctor Who costuming post. I did Martha. I did River. And now it’s Rose’s turn. Well, for Series 1 at least. Series 2 and 4 will get their own posts. :)
I’m excited to do Rose, because she is quite a different creature than Martha or River. Style-wise, Martha was fashionable and neat and as tied together as an upper-class med student can be; River was full of swag and style and time travel. You look at either of their wardrobes and you go “ooooh” and “I wanna wear that!” And you get that reaction because the costumer wanted you to admire these characters and recognize whatever it is about them that gives them that style—in Martha’s case, that’s her elegant background, and in River’s, it’s her habit of living life to its absolute fullest degree. In more condensed terms, the very fact that they’re well-dressed relays something about them as characters, which is the point of costuming.
Is Rose like that, all stylish and gorgeous and decked out in cool textile items? Noooo. Rose is not much of a clothes horse—she gets some sweet outfits, but unlike Martha and River, those outfits are little gems sprinkled in among 2005 hoodies and jeans and godawful bags. And that’s actually really, really special, because it meant the costumer abandoned fashion and style and the temptation to dress Billie Piper as beautifully as possible to be real with the viewer, to have every piece of clothing count not for its aesthetic experience but for its ability to tell you who Rose is, with every grimy shoe and synthetic thread. Rose’s costuming is pure visual storytelling, and I love it. I love it.
With exceptions, of course. Because we all make mistakes.
So! With my gushing out of the way, let’s get on. Guess what time it is? PAJAMA TIME.
Yeah, no, I’m not going to analyze a striped tank top and white sweats as symbolizing Rose’s imprisonment within her ideal of self and her fundamentally pure soul. They’re pajamas, guys. Pajamas some costume person yanked off a rack and said “uh yeah this might be Billie’s size.” It’s a dull start, but don’t worry; it gets so much more interesting.
See???? Interesting! The look you see above—worn pink hoodie, cheap pink tank top, shapeless jeans, oddly loud messenger bag and a little Ninth Doctor to hold in one hand—is what Rose is wearing when we start spending any large amount of time with her. Now, I can hear you sighing: this outfit isn’t very glamorous, is it? I mean, Martha was fashionable. River was stylish. But this is so…..ordinary.
And you’re right: as fashion, as style, this is kind of a disappointing outfit. But to tell you about a character using only clothes? It’s AMAZING. Take a long look at it. What can we figure out about Rose, from one outfit?
Actually quite a lot.
Do you see how it’s a couple different shades of pink? This shows you the logic Rose uses when she puts herself together in the morning. While Martha has a solid color palette of reds and golds that she’s layered together in a way that suggests she learned how to look like a class act by osmosis, Rose very much got dressed by grabbing clothes from a drawer. There is a logic to it—pinks go together, right? and jeans go with everything?—but it’s not the elegant color palette Martha would have been acclimated to in her upper-middle-class household. Rose tried, but she didn’t think of going out of her comfort zone of pinks, or of making any fashionable combinations, like having her shirt pick up some of the colors from her bag. She had to get to work, man, she didn’t have time for that. (in technical terms, Rose is using a monochromatic color palette, while Martha uses a more grown-up analogous one. if color palettes are your thing, you get me).
it’s youthful: again, pink, and also the loose-fitting hoodie. She’s not dressed like a Young Adult Person with Career Goals Who Drinks Red Wine And Has a Resume. Rose still looks a little like a kid (also super comfortable).
it’s very, very casual—I’m kind of surprised even a shopgirl was allowed to be this dressed down at a department store, but I haven’t been in a big one in a long time so who knows? Rose is not here to impress anybody, nor really herself.
it’s not high-quality stuff, at all. It’s going to wear out in less than a year; you can almost see through the sweater, it’s so used. This kind of thing shows you that Rose can’t afford the best clothes, and also doesn’t care enough to spend the money she does have that way.
They’re working-class clothes: dependable, comfy, don’t stand out much. Kinda like Rose, when she meets the Doctor.
So already in one outfit, without having to know anything else about her, you know a little about Rose: she’s not the Anna Wintour of the Powell Estate, she’s not rich, she’s not dressing like she expects a lot out of her day—dressed like that, I doubt she even expects a promotion. It all reflects where Rose is going at this point: nowhere.
Good point, Jackie. And happen it does: the Doctor comes back. Rose, again, is not prepared to wow in the style department. Look at her.
I want to applaud the costume department for getting the tank-top-and-crappy-hoodie-with-bra-slightly-showing look down perfectly, because this is exactly the sort of thing normal unemployed nineteen-year-old girls wear. Like, wow. Stop spying on me, show.
Fortunately, Nine is not a fashion critic and takes Rose on board despite her tank tops. They go to the end of the world, and it’s very glam, and Rose zips up her hoodie and calls it good.
God, she’s so normal-looking. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a show where the fashion was this level of accurately boring. Is the show whacking you over the head enough with Rose being normal yet? Is this post?
Just to whack you over the head with it a bit more, Rose is predominantly wearing very dark, ordinary, dull grays, which reinforces how very ~NORMAL~ she is. Considering that these sorts of things were what companions were wearing shortly before Who got kicked off the screen in the 80s, I kinda can’t blame the costumers for veering this hard into Smoll Ordinary Nobodyville.
Though she is still the Smollest Ordinariest Nobody of All, note that Rose is already wearing a deeper shade of pink/maroon than when she was folding shirts and watching Mickey dance. The symbolism, guys! Rose is already deepening and darkening as a person! Ooooh!
Even better, though? Look at Nine’s shirt. Look back at Rose’s hoodie. One adventure in and they’re matching, guys.
Literally one episode with these two and they’re already so adorable. How. Why, show. Why.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor & Original Daemon Character, Rose Tyler & Original Daemon Character Characters: Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Original Daemon Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Hurt/Comfort, One Shot, Character Study, Daemon Touching (His Dark Materials), Canon-Typical Banter, Post-Time War Guilt, Touch-Starved, Introspection, Happy 20th NuWho! Series: Part 2 of Daemon Days Summary:
Why does the Doctor pretend his daemon doesn’t exist? They’re rarely apart, but it’s as if the Watcher’s all just that - a title. Observing from afar, only jolting into action when it’s strictly necessary. …Until she isn’t anymore.
The wolverine daemon chooses to break her own patterns, and Rose finds confirmation in what she’d already suspected.
DOCTOR WHO 1.01 ✧ rose
Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid. The first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it 'cause everything looks like it's standing still.
Posing as your not-yet girlfriend watches her home planet get destroyed by the sun 5 billion years in the future.
Classic first date.
(Ignore me giving up super quickly on the background lol)
Doctor Who ➝ Born Again
(Children in Need special)
For my dear(s) @labpracticum & @darth-tella — both of whom were thirsting over the ever-brief 'Ten in Nine's clothes' look earlier. As one does
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor & Original Daemon Character, Rose Tyler & Original Daemon Character Characters: Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Original Daemon Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Hurt/Comfort, One Shot, Character Study, Daemon Touching (His Dark Materials), Canon-Typical Banter, Post-Time War Guilt, Touch-Starved, Introspection, Happy 20th NuWho! Series: Part 2 of Daemon Days Summary:
Why does the Doctor pretend his daemon doesn't exist? They're rarely apart, but it's as if the Watcher's all just that - a title. Observing from afar, only jolting into action when it's strictly necessary. ...Until she isn't anymore.
The wolverine daemon chooses to break her own patterns, and Rose finds confirmation in what she'd already suspected.
I could save the world but lose you
📌 My Doctor Who Fanfic Masterpost 📌 Hi hi! I’m Artron but feel free to call me Art! I dabble in writing all kinds of Doctor Who fanfic, mostly focusing on the Ninth and Tenth Doctors (with some Master content too). Expect some Thoschei and Timepetals as I get further into my longfics ;3 Very big into world-building, hurt/comfort and character exploration with the occasional Daemon AU thrown in here and there! Below you'll find my current collection over on Ao3. 🌌🌠 Residuum 🌠🌌 T+. 17/24 Chapters. 11,742 WC. Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler. From echoes of the past to whispers of the future, every moment leaves its mark.
This collection of drabbles and ficlets delves into quiet interludes and sharp turning points, tracing the evolving trust between the Ninth Doctor and Rose—how their bond shapes who they are and who they are to become. ✨Daemon Days Series✨ 🔹 [Changing Stars] -- Gen. 100 WC. First Doctor. Daemons are a constant; as their person ages, they fit themselves into one form. So why shouldn't it be the same for Time Lords? 🔹 [Alloy] -- Gen. 1031 WC. Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler. Why does the Doctor pretend his daemon doesn't exist? They're rarely apart, but it's as if the Watcher's all just that - a title. Observing from afar, only jolting into action when it's strictly necessary. ...Until she isn't anymore.
The wolverine daemon chooses to break her own patterns, and Rose finds confirmation in what she'd already suspected. 🔹 [The Choice] -- Gen. 136 WC. Metacrisis Doctor. Time Lords daemons don't settle, but he isn't altogether Time Lord.
And he isn't going to let the Daleks escape again. 🔹[Quiet Aftermath] -- Gen. 200 WC. Metacrisis Doctor/Rose Tyler. One heart. One form.
But who are they, really, beyond what they've been made to become?
More to be updated as I continue postin'! Happy reading! 💜
Waiter disguises (from Rise of the Cybermen!)
The ninth doctor was so insane fr he was like I watched my planet get destroyed and I can't share this trauma with anyone. I will fix this by befriending a human girl and taking her to see her planet get destroyed. This is normal behaviour.
DOCTOR WHO 1.13 ✧ the parting of the ways
Emergency Program One means I'm facing an enemy that should never get their hands on this machine. So this is what you should do: let the T.A.R.D.I.S. die.
DOCTOR WHO 1.01 ✧ rose
This box isn't just a London op, y'know, it goes anywhere in the universe. Free of charge. By the way, did I mention it also travels in time?
DOCTOR WHO | 2.12
Her name was Rose... and we were together.