orbitingasupernova:

“Why are we targets of war?”

strawberrysgirl:

motherofmoffat:

100suns:

motherofmoffat:

oceanchild888:

Stolichnaya…

He needs to make me a drink okay. 

I doubt he’s really doing that, though. Everyone thinks they can bartend like in Cocktail, but that shit will break your wrists.

oh lol yeah I know. The thought of Barrowman and alcohol just comforts~ me right now. 

I like how he ‘made’ a cocktail for each of the Hogwarts houses.

I’ll have the Ravenclaw one plz bb

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PETE’S WORLD: featuring Rose Tyler, Donna Noble and the Doctor.

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orbitingasupernova:

I can’t get over this scene. Toby being antsy, Charlie not taking off his shirt, Good Cop/Bad Cop, and of course Josh acting like a thirteen year old boy who just got promised tittehz.

I’m so glad I’m on a West Wing kick again.

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helenahodsworthhootertooter asked: Cate is flawless. i'm so happy you're spreading the word!

redbicyclesforroes:

Today I met a rather fascinating creature at a friend of Charlotte’s costume parties. You know Charlotte, right? Tall, scales, fantastic taste in wine. Well, I suppose you’d not know her, considering you’re a book. But, for all intents and purposes, I’m supposed to treat this book like, well, a you, so there you have it.

I was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood because when I was a little girl, the Doctor liked telling me that story the best.

Anyway, the Doctor was meant to show up, but apparently he got the century wrong. Again. Honestly, the man’s got the greatest ship in the universe (and apparently, universes, but I’ll get to that later) and he lands it in 5136 instead of 5036. And then decides to hang around for tea and biscuits.

I mean, I wear my fuck-me boots, just in case, and what do I get? 

A honey-eyed blonde in purple satin and a small revolver. She said her big guns didn’t fit between her legs, and that she wasn’t really the Marquise de Lupei, as she whipped out a wallet and showed me the psychic paper hidden inside it. But only after she recognized me.

Finally, a professional. 

I knew she was a time traveler in addition to a clever and hot badass when she refused to tell me her name.

“It could change a whole causal nexus,” she said, with her tongue between her teeth and eyes twinkling like she knew I’d know what that meant. I nearly creamed my knickers.

… I reallllly hope the Doctor never gets a chance to read you. 

She slipped up, though. We spent a while together. She called me River without my having introduced myself. With some coercion, she told me the basics. And I mean basics. Apparently, she:

• traveled with the Doctor while he was in his ninth and tenth regenerations (she called them the leather jacket and pinstripes periods).
• was forcibly separated from him after nearly three years together.
• has met a later, older me several times before.

Now, for some inferences. Excuse the lack of scientific method here, but honestly, we both know how good my instincts are.

• The Doctor’s ninth form came directly after the Time War, and he only had one female companion in that body, from what little he’s told me thus far. So if he’s being honest with me (and God only knows with that man) and she’s not some body snatcher or shape-shifter, the woman I met today is Rose. The Doctor’s Rose. The Stuff of Legend.
• She’s slept with my future self. Multiple times and in multiple times, by the familiar way with which she sometimes spoke to me. Must be dreadful meeting someone you care about before they’ve met you.
• She’s still completely and utterly in love with her Doctor (my Doctor’s past self) although it seems as if she’s been on the odd adventure with my Doctor (from her flushed cheeks, perhaps a tryst?)
• She’s been traveling between dimensions for oh, such a long time.

So we had a couple of laughs in the conservatory, and then, she got into a bit of a situation.

Or rather, the marquise from whom her psychic paper borrowed Rose’s identity ended up actually arriving at the party. So, having found out the impostor, the chase was on! I took her hand (because a friend of the Doctor’s is a friend of mine, especially if she’s his Rose) and we ran out the door, through the cherry blossoms, around the garden and finally past the gates, into the great beyond like a couple of primped bats out of a fairy tale hell. 

When I say the great beyond, I mean the middle of absolutely nowhere. And I couldn’t call for the Doctor, what with Rose being Rose. So we walked from the middle of abso-fucking-lutely nowhere to my parole officer’s place in London. Somewhere along the way, I forgot her hand was in mine. 

She realized she lost her gun just before she made the jump back to her universe. “Must’ve dropped it when we made a run for it back at the party. Lucky for us, we didn’t stumble into a bear or something,” she joked as she pressed the button in her hand. “You’ll see me soon,” she added with a smile when I tried to say goodbye.

I told her the same, but her eyes darkened slightly. “I hope so,” she replied before this great light flashed and she was gone.

So now I’m back behind bars, since apparently, breaking out of prison is counterproductive to the process of justice and all that is good and right. The guards never really put up a fight, though. 

Maybe what we call justice isn’t always good or right. And maybe cell walls exist to be broken. Preferably with a cannon that can rip through dimensions with a flash of blindingly bright light.

Here’s to next time, Rose Tyler.

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whooves asked: You should find that pic Cate always uses with her on her bed and make it your icon. (hehehe just a suggestion.)

will do!

somebody link me?

redbicyclesforroes:

“You can’t be here now.” The soft voice manages to cut through Rose’s determined shell in a way only the speaker has perfected. 

With clenched teeth, she turns toward her curly-haired not-lover.

“Surprise,” she mutters, glancing around for signs of her Doctor, but alas, there is only her curly-haired not-lover.

Her curly-haired not-lover who is standing with unreadable eyes in front of the TARDIS.

Neither’s presence surprises Rose particularly, considering that A) the fantastical wooden machine has been humming a warm greeting since her damned cannon landed her in this dimension, and B) River Song seems to be a rather non-linear sort of constant in this future Doctor’s timeline, and since her said contraption isn’t capable of functioning, she seems to be a sort of constant in Rose Tyler’s multi-dimensional misadventures.

But together? Something in Rose shatters at that. It’s not that she doesn’t know the role River plays in the Doctor’s future, or even that she resents the older woman for being his lover, because honestly, the only thing Rose has wanted more than his forever is for his loneliness to ultimately be a thing of the past, and as a mortal it’s unlikely she could ever give him a Time Lord’s forever. She almost considers River Song another gift of the Bad Wolf, a hand for the Doctor to hold when Rose’s has withered. It’s one of the many reasons she loves River so much.

But River and the TARDIS together means River and the Doctor are together, right here and now, and Rose Tyler wouldn’t be Rose Tyler if that didn’t sting just a little.

“Rose—”

“I know,” she gasps, lowering honey eyes to the ground. It’s not like River hasn’t seen her cry before, but again, this meeting is different than any other. “Universe on the brink of destruction, no need for ghosts of Christmases past to get in the way.” River raises a brow. “I did travel with him for a long time, remember?”

“Oh, no one’s forgetting that any time soon, Rose,” she replies with a gentle smile. “Least of all me. Like the Doctor’d ever let me forget about his golden girl.” There’s no bitterness or malice or jealousy in her tone, but Rose does detect a hint of melancholy, a trace of something Rose thinks she understands rather well.

After all, back when she doubted his love for her, she had been so willing to spend the rest of her days on a rotting spaceship waiting for him to return back from a cracked window of another time and another woman, had it meant his happiness. What was one broken heart compared to two?

River might as well be saying the same. Because even though she has been gifted with a longer lifespan and the ability to regenerate, River still has one heart, is still a human in love with a god (a god who doesn’t quite love her yet, who never quite loves her like he does another), and so perhaps she relates more to Rose than Rose has ever thought.

So Rose kisses her chastely, runs a finger across her brow and sighs. “I know you can’t tell me what happens next, but I can do the math.” River frowns, something pained flashing across her face for a moment. ”Something happens to me, and we don’t get our forever. But,” she swallows, feeling the raw ache of new tears in her throat. “I’m glad he doesn’t have to be alone. So, so glad.”

Years later, when she tells her blue-suited Doctor about her not-romance with River Song, hearing the end of that story hurts a little more than she thinks it should.

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