oswald-souffle:

COMPANION: Okay, why are you looking at me like that?

DOCTOR: You remind me of an old friend of mine. Someone I lost a long time ago.

COMPANION: Down boy I’m not her.

DOCTOR: Oh, I know you’re not - I don’t believe in ghosts either.

I know I’ve got my shipper goggles on, but lol so much about this—Jenna’s resemblance to Billie, the “believe in” thing, someone he lost (words he used describing Rose at one point)—makes me roes!flail.

Sorry, I don’t like my ladies’ bodies being fucked with for the sake of a gross plot twist.

It’s cheap, and it’s sickening.

endinael:

people getting pissy about the ‘just a phase’ comment
no
NO
N0
N O 

1. no

•  S T O P

SHE’S JUST SAYING IT’S A PHASE FOR HER
IT DOESN’T MEAN MOFFAT’S GENERAL VIEW OF BISEXUALITY
S T O P
P L E A S E
IF ANYTHING IT’S GOOD BECAUSE IDK IT SHOWS PEOPLE DO HAVE LIQUID SEXUALITY AND THEY DON’T PUT A LABEL ON IT THANKYOUVERYMUCHGOODBYE

NO

IT IS SO FUCKING EASY FOR STRAIGHT ALLIES TO SAY SHIT LIKE THAT

but as a bisexual

I take offense to that because labels exist and identities fucking matter and YES sexuality is fluid, but it isn’t a phase, “phase” specifically implies that it is a blip on the screen, like a mood swing. Like for a while I wore heavy eye-liner and then I got bored of that so I stopped.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY MEANT BY THAT LINE, DON’T BE FUCKING NAIVE AND SAY THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT SEXUALITY BEING FLUID.

I haven’t seen the episode yet.

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redonledgers:

He can’t stop staring at her face. The glorious curves of her cheeks, the way her honey eyes darken as they sway together to the dulcet tones of a clunky piano in the middle of Florizel St., that sliver of tongue peeking out from behind her teeth while she grins that gorgeous lazy grin of hers, and oh, those sugar plum lips, soft and begging to be kissed, but he just tightens his grip on her waist, pulls her closer to him, and presses his nose into her loosely coiffed updo, and he just breathes her in ‘cause the very sight of her leaves him in a prickling sort of awe, the sort that catches his breath in his chest, that hurts so very nicely, and then she ghosts her lips across his neck.

“Rose,” he gasps, the weight of this love he feels is all but suffocating him; he’s lucky he has his respiratory bypass. He feels her smile against his skin.

“Doctor.” And she pulls back, gazes at him knowingly, and well, he’s done for. 

All of the pushing, all of his defenses, and they crumble with a word. 

(There is power in words, after all.)

“I’ll never let anything happen to you again,” he whispers desperately, releasing her waist to grasp her face in his trembling hands. “I can’t—I won’t lose—”

Their lips meet and it’s just like he’s never imagined it—real and nose bump-y and warm and orange juice-y, but he can’t shut his eyes, ‘cause then he sees what the Wire did to her, his golden girl with her face stolen, her very essence ripped from him, and fuck, that’s her tongue, and he needs to get them to the TARDIS now or he’ll take her in this street, and Great Britain in 1953 is a shade too conservative for the kind of public indecency he’s got in mind—

she sighs and leans into him

—and he loves her, and he’s always known it, it’s like that Billie Holiday song, he sees her pink-and-yellow face in every flower, and her eyes in every damned star in the universe, and he’s a bit determined to show her some stars of his making.

She pulls back an inch and giggles against his lips. “I should have gotten my face lost a long time ago, I guess.” 

He flinches. “I’d be perfectly happy if you never lost any part of you again.”

oodlyenough:

my-friend-the-doctor:

can we just take a moment to cry over the fact that we never get to actually hear the Doctor tell Rose that he loves her?

~*does it need saying?

haha jk it clearly does sux 4 u ten

quite literally sucks

since tentoo obviously gets some that night

doctor-who-companion:

Oh you know you had a whovigasm when Amy and Rory stepped into 9/10’s console room!