All I want is for Billie Piper and David Tennant to come back for one episode of Doctor Who as Rose and TenToo to prove that their relationship worked out and that in some form, Doctor/Rose actually managed to be happy and they can stop emotionally destroying me every day of my life.
remember when i left you
i couldn’t say your name
or other crucial things like ‘i love you’,
oh that’s a shame
our hearts didn’t come together
but I saw the two collide
You brought colours into my life.
One step closer;; [Doctor/Rose](by ChemAttraction)
Song: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri
Here you go! Some Doctor/Rose feels for your Monday morning. I regret nothing. I’ve seen several vids with this song but I like this one the best.. it looks great and includes Nine.
I didn’t know what being human meant until you took me by the hand and showed me how. I never thought I’d get the chance to offer you forever.
I’m just glad I get to spend mine with you.
WHEN THE FUCK DOES THIS HAPPEN? WHAT DID I MISS? OMG
Twenty bucks the director yelled cut by the second gif.
Ok, I mean, just pause and fucking look at this. First gif. Right, normal kiss. Second gif, look at the way he grabs her and pulls her against him. No, that is not a TV kiss. That’s WAY fucking more. His arms are completely wrapped around her to the point where he is nearly touching his own torso again. He is holding her as close as he possibly can. Ok, third gif and fourth gif. What can I say. That is NOT TV kissing. They are making out right there. I mean, there’s a camera not a foot from their heads and they CONTINUE to kiss like there is literally no tomorrow. You can see her start to let go in the fourth gif, probably ending the scene. LOL NO. Fifth gif, you can see she’s about to pull away, but NO. Her arms go back around him and MORE FUCKING KISSING.
Can these two just get married like for real. There was OBVIOUSLY something going on.
Oh god cannot unsee
#How hard do you figure it is to keep your tongue in your mouth? #When you’re kissing like this #And you’re trying to be professional because this is your job #and you know they’re going to call ”CUT” if you do let it slip #But you WANT to because oh god #Oh god you want to so much you can taste it #but you’re a professional #and it doesn’t matter how tightly the other person clings to you or the fact that you’ve missed the way they feel pressed against you #you’re a professional #And the director only has to call CUT three times because of the tongue thing #But afterward in your trailer she’s grinning and poking her tongue out and calling CUT every time you pull off a piece of her clothing -gallifreyburning
This ones really all about the tags, folks.
There is such a beautiful resonance in the way Rose comes to hold the Doctor’s hand when he’s in pain on the Dalek Crucible ship, as he watches (what he thinks is) Donna and his TARDIS dying. Two things he loves deeply, vanishing forever; Rose sees him hurting and does what she always has: goes to comfort him.
Then, this OTHER Doctor — who didn’t even exist, when that moment happened between the Time Lord Doctor and Rose, who couldn’t possibly know it had happened — he echoes the gesture. He gives it right back to her, that comfort, that reassurance that she’s not alone, while she’s watching something she loves so dearly vanish forever.
Because he might not have been there, when Rose took the other Doctor’s hand earlier, but this Doctor IS the same man, and he does exactly what his counterpart would have done in the same circumstances. Because they will, when it all comes down to it, be there for each other.
With six pilots around the TARDIS console, everything is organized chaos. The Doctor flits here and there, pointing out buttons in need of pressing and levers in need of flipping. It’s glorious and familiar — his magnificent ship, her engines straining as she tows an entire planet through open space.
There is one person at the console not waiting for the brown-clad Doctor’s direction, because he doesn’t need it. He knows exactly how to fly the TARDIS. He even remembers seeing TARDISes under the guidance of six pilots before, when he was young. And while the Doctor bustles and directs and frets about his ship, about the Earth being towed along behind them, this other Doctor is still and collected.
He’s watching the faces of his companions, because he knows this moment should be savored. Grinning from ear to ear, his single heart hammering so fast he keeps expecting his respiratory bypass to kick in. Except it doesn’t, of course, because he doesn’t have one.
The brown-clad Doctor doesn’t pause his frantic movement, and this Doctor wonders about himself. Is he always so shouty? Does his hair always stick up that much in the back? Has he always missed the way Jackie’s face puckers into such hilarious expressions every time he turns around?
The Doctor has seen himself before — other regenerations, brief meetings and lengthy adventures and, very occasionally, some form of comfort. (Just after the Time War, when he’d woken up with rough hands and big ears and blue eyes, he’d been pulled from the wreckage by himself — a future regeneration, tall and gentle and ginger). But seeing another version of this Tenth him, for the first time, is morbidly interesting. Seeing how he doesn’t slow down to appreciate what’s happening right now, the beauty of all these remarkable people working together. Seeing how he doesn’t look Rose in the eye, how he brushes right past her over and over again.
Seeing him preemptively brace himself to be alone, again, because he can’t imagine a universe where that doesn’t happen, in the end.
There’s a subtle change in the sound of the engines, a shift in pitch so small most people wouldn’t notice it. This Doctor reaches out to adjust the compression levels on the temporal buffers, long fingers stretching toward a button. At that exact moment, the brown-clad Doctor rushes by again, popping his head over Rose’s shoulder and pointing at the temporal buffer button before he skitters away.
Rose immediately does as she’s told, reaches out, and her fingers land atop this Doctor’s. They push the button at the same time.
30 Days of (New) Who - Day 5: Favorite Ship
I could have skipped this day. Because DUH. But whatever, I’m playing along and I’ll answer it even though we all know my favorite ship is The Doctor and Rose. It eclipses every other ship so totally that it’s borderline ridiculous. I do not ship the Doctor with anyone else. This doesn’t mean that I hate on other people’s ships cuz that’s not how I roll. But you’ll never see me indulging them here either. They’re just not in my reality. Now, non-Doctor ships I can get behind. I love Amy and Rory, love the idea of Martha and Mickey, really wish Donna could have ended up with Lee, etc.
The Doctor and Rose are two sides of the same coin. He is lonely, she is bored. He needs companionship, she needs purpose. He has purpose, and she has love. They fulfill and complete each other on a very basic level. Even before their relationship progressed to the point we saw it at in “Doomsday”, even before there was much hint at romantic intentions, their bond was a fundamental reality. Their story is so beautiful that it’s no wonder so many who watch the show fall in love with the two of them together. Think of it this way: Nine was a much different man at the beginning of series 1 than he was at the end. She changed him and mellowed him out and turned him into a better man. And then in series 2, Ten was as happy as we EVER saw him. He was content enough in series 4, but he was never again as happy as he was in series 2. These two were meant for one another and the tragic outcome of their story is just completely heartbreaking.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I love Tentoo and I wholeheartedly ship him and Rose. I think the story of them together in Pete’s World is so full of possibility. THAT SAID, I hate how it left the Doctor. And I can’t help but think that at least as far as the Doctor is concerned, his story with Rose is not over, might never be over. Moffat can ignore it all he wants, but I think the Doctor will always be entangled up with Rose Tyler in some way, shape, or form. SOULMATES, people. Forever.