Please tag your responses to Rose hate with some sort of tag that I can blacklist. I LOVE that you all defend her, and generally I’m right there along with you, but I can’t read these posts at the moment and you re-blogging them with your very well thought out responses means I’m seeing the hate too (and it’s kinda ruining my day, to be honest). I am sooooo sick of seeing these same ridiculous “criticisms” again and again about Rose. She means too much to me and I’m happier in my bubble of fellow Rose Tyler lovers, so I’d like to keep my dash in that bubble too. THANK YOU! I love you all for defending her.
Also, may I re-direct you to this post that roseandherdoctor wrote.
i don’t know them enough | wtf | why | just NO | tolerable | they’re okay | cute | awww | babies | hot | I will go down with this ship | OTP
I mean, why else would he hate them?
I spotted a “companions are like pets!” post, which reminded me of a power meta I did back in 2007. (The pets thing isn’t new. Mwah.) I’m not attaching it to that post since 1) it’s long and 2) I don’t want to touch that post. XD I made a few minor edits and stuck it here.
One issue I’ve seen batted around is that the Doctor and Rose had a very large imbalance of power, so much so that it turned people off as far as accepting any kind of relationship between them. If this is your mindset, I’m not looking to change your mind or prove you wrong or anything, I’m just getting down my viewpoint on this - that there was a power imbalance between the Doctor and Rose, but I’m thinking Rose was the one with more power.
96/100 - 100 Pictures from Filming Doctor Who
That Gitf post irritates me for several reasons. I write fanfiction, I write fanfiction that I like, I don’t always write my headcannons because I like to be creative. Rose may have understood that the Doctor was pushing her away, but that doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t be angry with him basically partying while she was about to have her organs harvested. Just because Rose understood his reasons for pushing her away, that still doesn’t excuse his behavior. Honestly, I think she would have let into him after that adventure because of his negligence. So don’t tell me what I can and cannot write, there’s a reason it’s called fanfiction. If you don’t like it, don’t read it and don’t patronize the writers either. End of story.
Having your own opinions is lovely and wonderful, just don’t use those opinions to try to quash someone else’s creativity. That just makes you look like a jerk.
do people who reblog that comic with Rose and all the companions (“Ohmigod I thought I was special!”) also roll their eyes and yell at the screen when Leonardo DiCaprico wins passage aboard the Titanic? Like look at this loser, doesn’t he know that ship’s gonna sink.
Dedicated to Jamie, my fic tennis partner in crime, as a hat-tip for surviving three whole decades, and a thanks because I’ve been blessed enough to know her for a few of those. This story kinda got away from me, so it’s going to be a multi-parter. Happy birthday, my friend! I am perpetually grateful for you.
They never make it official between them. Never say the words – at the time, Rose thought what they were forging was above all that, although much later, after he was gone and her grief began to fade into a hollow sort of sorrow, the word cowardice throbbed in the secret corners of her heart.
No matter the words both of them swallow, Rose knows he respects her. She walks in the front door of TARDIS Enterprises, Inc. as an outside legal consultant, and by the end of her first day he asks her to come aboard full-time as General Counsel. Her blunt refusal doesn’t deter him; he asks again the next day, with an offhand shrug, as though he doesn’t think the universe turned on the answer.
But it does.
Everything turns on one syllable, one simple yes. Her entire life pivots, shifts, rearranges itself in relation to that big blue glass skyscraper in downtown London, and the man who serves as CEO.
He hardly looks the part – close-cropped dark hair, more military than businessman; leather jacket and jumper, more sea captain than corporate mogul. His face is a jumble of features greater than the sum of their parts, big ears and nose, and blue eyes so sharp they could pop another man’s ego at thirty paces. His demeanor is a heady mix of stoic nobility and capricious humor that sends her head spinning, her heart following right after.
Her business cards read “Rose Tyler, Executive General Counsel.”
When they are alone in the boardroom, working into the long hours of the night after everyone else has gone home, he grins and calls her his Executive General Conscience.
You going my way, doll?
Is there any other way to go, daddy-o? Straight from the fridge, man.
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