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Heartsong

a ten/rose multichapter fanfic

tags: friends to lovers, post-satan pit, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, whump, sensory deprivation, guerrilla warfare

After the events of Krop Tor, the Doctor and Rose are having trouble coming to terms with the nature of their relationship and what taking things further could mean for both of them. Things are awkward, and when they are involved in the tenuous political warfare of Tartun, they end up separated. What ensues for them is a tale of love against tradition and morals, and it makes them both re-evaluate their circumstances as they draw closer.

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prologue | chapter one | chapter two

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[demdifferentstories-29]

Desperate Measures (Doctor Who (2005) fanfiction)

Story Summary

The Doctor and Rose make a dodgy landing on an unintended planet and seek shelter and help. But what happens when it is discovered that Rose is an 'unclaimed' woman, and what lengths does the Doctor go to to protect her from being forced to contribute to the planet's dwindling population?

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[anthonycrowleymoved]

hey since i’m occasionally giving out adult advice. anyone wanna know my very adult and very boring and very sensible suggestion for grief gifts for friends and family when someone close to them dies

[anthonycrowleymoved]

alright. this is shamelessly stolen from my godparents when they did this when my grandma passed about ten years ago, and since then i’ve been on both sides of this and it’s surprisingly thoughtful and useful. this is particularly important when people are like, in charge of funeral prep, but anyone who just heard someone close to them just died is gonna be in a certain headspace, so it probably works regardless. people are gonna be sending cards and flowers and other very nice, but ultimately useless gifts.

don’t do that. go to the grocery store and order one of those deli party platters. the ones with like, four different kinds each of meats and cheeses, maybe some sides, and veggies, and bread, and condiments. get the vegetarian version if you know they’re vegetarians. whatever. you know better than i how many people are gonna be eating it, but guess maybe, like, four day’s worth of food.

because, here’s the thing. cards and flowers are very nice, and remind you that you’re in people’s thoughts. but you know what you just. don’t even want to think about when someone dies? making dinner. going to the grocery store. ordering takeout. whatever. you don’t want to have to think about food. you just want to eat in between planning a funeral and working through your grief.

without getting too into it, when my grandma died, we were thrown for a loop. and we ate nothing but what was on that goddamned deli platter for days. because it was quick and easy and fresh and tasted good and we didn’t have to think about food. and ten years later, i don’t remember those cards or flowers, but i sure as hell remember the deli platter.

so next time someone’s going through something, when a family member or close friend just passed. go to your nearest grocery store, and if you can, walk a deli platter over to their place. as soon as you can after you hear. they may look at you weird when you hand it to them, but trust me, in the long run they’re gonna thank you.

[jewishdragon]

There's a reason the jewish tradition for mourning is that for the first week after someone dies, the immediate family doesnt do ANYTHING but mourn. No Cooking. No Cleaning. No Working. The community comes to handle those things. Bringing every meal, cleaning the mourner's house(s), etc.

This aint a new concept. its in fact very very old.

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[mulderscully]

1.10 | 3.05

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[mizgnomer]

David Tennant at the Good Omens 2 press event - Monday, July 10, 2023

Wearing a denim suit by Joshua Kane

for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)

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[sallysellsseashellssundays]

Long post but I feel like a recurring theme in s1 is how Rose is representative of humanity itself

You’ve got the set up in episode 1 of her home/family/Earth life, her convo with Cassandra about how she’s actually the last human, the good empathetic side of her desperate to help Gwyneth, the domestics in the Slitheen episodes, the ESSAYS you can write on how the Dalek said her touch gave it life (hello Bad Wolf parallel! and not to mention the parallel between this and the Dalek Sec two-parter…), the difference between who she is as a companion vs Adam (honestly the parallel between Adam and Cassandra here too   👀 ), the very human selfish quality she shows in saving her dad

and then to have s2 take a deep dive into how attached the Doctor is to her, how he imprinted really, the I BELIEVE IN HER of it all…makes s3/s4 so powerful when you realize he didn’t just lose her but his “humanity” as well

He’s described as alien in s3 and s4 so often and it’s yet another reason as to why I really love the RTD era so much, it’s like every episode after Rose is hitting you over the head with the message that Doctor=alien when he’s yearning so much to be human aka with Rose

Donna immediately referring to him as Spaceman/a Martian, the emphasis in his first episode with Martha as to how he’s not human, how the Doctor is a puzzle for both Martha and Shakespeare, the reminder from Martha again in Gridlock that he’s a Time Lord, Tallulah and Martha’s convo about how he’s different plus Martha asking him if he’s some sort of Dalek (this parallel vs Nine pointing the gun at Rose 😭), the entire conversation with Lazarus about immortality, the Human Nature two-parter is very overt about this with the way the Doctor is described to John Smith by Latimer/Martha and to Joan by Martha, the entire s3 finale hinges on this alienness/being a Time Lord, 

his speech to the passengers in “Voyage of the Damned”, the “burden of a Time Lord” in Pompeii plus the soothsayer naming him as a Lord of Time/son of Gallifrey, Rattigan and the Sontaran talking about the Doctor being an alien, his entire speech to Jenny about what it is to be a Time Lord, how it’s his alienness that pushes the passengers towards suspicion of him in “Midnight”

It’s just like a never ending stream of labeling the Doctor as an alien, a Time Lord, an “other” and to have it come around in the end so beautifully with “I’m part human. Specifically, the aging part. I’ll grow old and never regenerate. I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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HELP WHILE Ao3 IS DOWN SOME PEOPLE ARE POSTING FICS IN THE DOWNDETECTOR COMMENTS 😭😭😭

I’M SCREAMING

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[cersxisbitch]

“What Rose brings to the Doctor’s life is completion. It’s completing a circle – he’s male, he’s alien, he’s a traveler. Between the two of them together they complement each other and discover each other. And are in love with each other – absolutely, unashamedly, unreservedly.”

S04E13 Journey’s End, aired today, fifteen years ago ❤️

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[cersxisbitch]

For @tentoorosemicrofics Moon + Singing

(Or 1.7k words of fluffy nonsense)

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When Rose Tyler was five years old, she’d been cast as Sheep #3 in her school’s Nativity play.

It wasn’t a very impressive part—not like Keisha, who’d played Mary—but she remembers the pride that’d blazed through her when her Mum’d declared her brief stint as a farmyard animal as ‘incredibly convincing’.

(Which probably wasn’t all that much of a compliment, considering her role had consisted of little more than crouching into herself and some occasional bleating.)

Still, the experience had remained one of her fondest from childhood; her mum had taken her out for chips after, and there was a photo of the two of them outside the chippy—flushed and pink-cheeked from the cold, Rose still in costume, baring her teeth at the camera in a very un-sheeplike manner—framed and hooked onto the wall at their old lost flat.

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The Lock-In

for @tentoorosemicrofics

Prompts: ‘Alcohol’, 'Pink’, and 'Moth’

Rating: M

3980 words

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Now that she considered it all these years later, it was kind of ridiculous to assume that intoxicating drinks only existed on planet Earth. Perhaps humankind was indeed more prone to accidentally leaving fruit too long and having discovered one of life’s pleasures by pure coincidence.

It was when Jack boasted about his many rendezvous fuelled by the infamous hypervodka that the ‘oh’ moment came.

And she’d been eager to sample the beverage until the Doctor warned her off with a look, firmly telling that the Captain could handle what was basically pure ethanol on account of his 51st century makeup, which had evolved as humanity expanded.

But he knew fair well that she was as stubborn as a mule, so left the TARDIS galley only commenting that standard hangover cures wouldn’t even touch her muddle system the next morning. Not wanting to spend any more time heaving her guts up into a porcelain bowl (she’d done enough of that in her early teens to last a lifetime, thank you very much), Rose opted for the more time Amethyst wine the Doctor had onboard, and gladly spend the night listening to Jack’s tales of his various escapades.

It wasn’t until the Time Lord exploded in a fountain of gold and emerged as a bouncy and bright eyed much younger man that Rose suddenly realised she’d never actually seen the Doctor drink. As in, properly.

A snifter here and a pint there hardly counted.

And Rose suddenly found herself very curious. Who wouldn’t be? After all, he was alien. It was just easy to forget that when he was humanoid in a way that was very familiar to her. Very familiar, and visually appealing.

It was odd that it’d popped into her mind on the red-eye zeppelin ride back to London. They were both tucked into a dimly-lit booth, him slumped against the vast viewing window, her snuggled against him, face turned into his neck. He smelled as he always had before, although with a tang of the salt they’d long left behind on Bad Wolf Bay and very light natural musk. Maybe a hint of fire too.

They’d exchanged barely any words since boarding. Somehow, ‘hey, Doctor, can you get drunk now, and could you before?’ wasn’t high on the list. It should be far below the likes of ‘did you really mean we could spend our lives together? It’s not some cosmic joke?’.

His one heart thumped solidly, reassuringly as her palm slipped from where it was hooked over his shoulder to slide down his chest.

He was half-human now. There could be many things different. Or maybe not at all.

Still, she mused, nuzzling tighter into his side as he let out a deep, sleep-ridden sigh.

It’s not like she needed to rush. They had forever, after all.

*

“The hideout is where?”

“A local pub, I already said that, Rose,” the Doctor replied through a mouthful of sonic. At the same time, he looked up from the tiny circuit board he was painstakingly re-soldering, and felt his heart flutter at the sight of her in the kitchen doorway.