xthe-rose-tylerx:

Rose matched his smile for one of her own and sighed as he leaned into her. “I figured you would. We can…watch movies all day…or you can I can just lay here…just you and me. We haven’t done that in what feels like a long while, don’t you think, Doctor?” To other people he was John, but to her, he would always be the Doctor. 

"Nope, absolutely nothing to do except spend the day together." She looked up at him, kissing his jaw  before giving him a quick grin. "I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this…wakin’ up next to you. I never actually thought it would happen. And now…here you are…I’m so grateful," she said, tracing patterns along his arm as she spoke. 

"I think just laying here sounds perfect," the Doctor said with a grin, snuggling down deeper into the bed and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, sighing contently. It was, without a doubt, the most wonderful feeling in the world, being able to just lay here with Rose without having to worry about the world ending or having to go save one planet or another.

Just Rose and the Doctor. Together. As they should be.

"Why Rose Tyler, it sounds as if you’re getting all misty-eyed on me." He chuckled, holding her tighter still. "Don’t do that now, we don’t have all day to reminisce about how wonderful it is to have me in your life when you could experience it all first hand."

Not that he wasn’t forever grateful for her too. But he was still the Doctor, one heart and one life or not. Sometimes he still had trouble expressing certain feelings. In words, at least.

Actions were another story entirely.

via   17 notes   August 22nd 2014

Okay…bye…

0 notes   August 22nd 2014
  tbd
They're open at ALL hours. You call them WHENEVER you feel alone. This is what they're there for. YOU are the reason that someone has a job, so they can take care of someone who has troubles like you. Please, they WANT to help you. You're never a burden to them.
- Anonymous

I’m always alone though. Every single hour of the day. There is literally never a moment when I’m not aware of how absolutely worthless and alone I am. And I can’t sit on the phone for the rest of my life. I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help, but I’m just so tired….

0 notes   August 21st 2014
Please, no. No no no no no no no no no don't hurt yourself, please, call a hotline or a texting place or go to Mental Health Advice here on tumblr, you need someone and I don't know how to help and I'm so worried about you, please please please, get someone to help you.
- Anonymous

What’s the point? I’ll talk to them for one night and then I’ll wake up in the morning and I’ll be alone again. I’m always going to be alone. There’s no point in wasting anyone’s time anymore.

I’m sorry. But it’s just true.

0 notes   August 21st 2014

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0 notes   August 21st 2014
Three weeks. That was how long Rose had been missing. They had all nearly given up hope when someone had called to report a woman screaming in her neighbor's flat. Rose was in rough shape but alive, and after a day in the hospital John could take her home. "Ready to go?" He asked quietly as he walked into her room.
- stillthedoctor

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

Three weeks.

Three weeks felt like an eternity for her. She almost never thought she’d get out. She wondered what day she’d die, what day he’d kill her…

What day John would give up the search.

But here she was, bruised and bloodied in a hospital room. With words like hostage, concussion, trauma and rape kit burning through her mind. They’d taken statements, kept her isolated. She hadn’t even been allowed to see John yet.

And yet here he was, three weeks older… And it wouldn’t be such a big deal if she hadn’t felt like she’d aged twelve years in the meantime.

"J-John…" She murmured, her voice still raspy and distant, "I…"

I missed you.

"If you say so…" Rose murmured, knowing that if she could smile she would have at that point.

Of course she’d known John would try to take care of her, he always did. And there was something wonderful about that. Being cared for instead of tortured… It was like the complete opposite.

She sucked in a deep breath, nodding slightly as he pulled up to their home. She could do this, she could handle Russ and she could handle this.

"…Yeah, I’m ready." Rose nodded, "Just… Keep holding my hand, yeah?"

"Well I think I’m going to have to let go so we can get out of the car," he said with a small smile. "But hey, watch this."

He carefully pulled his hand out of her grip and sprang out of the car, running around and opening the door, taking her hand again. “See?” He said as he pulled her out of the car. “Three seconds flat and now we never have to let go again.”

He smiled, tugging her towards the house. Even before he got the door fully open he could hear Russ barking away in the basement. He knew something was different — the other human was home, the nice one who snuck him treats, and he wanted to see her.

"Russ, shush!" John called as he opened the door completely, tugging Rose inside. The dog wasn’t having it of course. Thank god John had had the foresight to shut him in the basement.

via   32 notes   August 21st 2014
Three weeks. That was how long Rose had been missing. They had all nearly given up hope when someone had called to report a woman screaming in her neighbor's flat. Rose was in rough shape but alive, and after a day in the hospital John could take her home. "Ready to go?" He asked quietly as he walked into her room.
- stillthedoctor

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

Three weeks.

Three weeks felt like an eternity for her. She almost never thought she’d get out. She wondered what day she’d die, what day he’d kill her…

What day John would give up the search.

But here she was, bruised and bloodied in a hospital room. With words like hostage, concussion, trauma and rape kit burning through her mind. They’d taken statements, kept her isolated. She hadn’t even been allowed to see John yet.

And yet here he was, three weeks older… And it wouldn’t be such a big deal if she hadn’t felt like she’d aged twelve years in the meantime.

"J-John…" She murmured, her voice still raspy and distant, "I…"

I missed you.

She didn’t smile.

It didn’t exactly mean she didn’t find his story humorous, or appreciate the lengths he was going to to cheer her up, but she simply couldn’t find the muscles to smile.

Her lips felt heavy.

"Yeah…" Was all she could manage, and it wasn’t even very enthusiastic. The idea of cooking again had her heart racing— But she didn’t have the heart to tell John that she wasn’t up to it.

He loved her cooking, just as she loved his— Ever since she’d started cooking for him since before they were even dating. And it was something they even did together occasionally.

She wasn’t going to take that away from him.

"It’ll be nice… To be back in our kitchen again." Rose murmured, trying to force a smile, but ending up with a little grimace. She hid her lips in his hand again, closing her eyes.

He hadn’t really been expecting her to smile. It had just been a silly story to try and distract her.

But clearly it wasn’t working.

"Oh no, you’re not allowed in the kitchen," he told her with obviously mock sternness. "You’re gonna sit and relax, and I’ll cook for you. And I promise not to set things on fire, even."

Because something about having Rose there actually did help. Maybe because he cared more about getting her fed then he did about feeding himself. He didn’t know.

But he was going to take care of her. The way she deserved to be.

"Here we are," he said happily as they pulled into the driveway. He knew Russ was inside barking away, and that made him nervous. How would Rose react?

"Are you ready?" 

via   32 notes   August 21st 2014
"Need a hand?"
- stillthedoctor

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

MY MUSE HAS BEEN INJURED AND IS STRUGGLING TO GET DRESSED. SEND “NEED A HAND?” FOR THEIR REACTION TO YOUR MUSE OFFERING TO HELP.

"N-No…” 

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Rose protested at first, struggling to get into her shirt despite her arm in it’s sling and the pain bruises on her back. It hurt just to try to get it on, but she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t want to let John dress her… Not at all. So she had to do this herself.

            “…I can do it, I swear.”

Sighing, Rose did as he suggested, sitting beside him on the bed. It would look comical if it wasn’t so heartbreakingly sad— Her arm bent funny inside the sleeve of her shirt, the shirt itself pooled awkwardly on her shoulder, barely stretching to cover her breasts.


"I guess…" Rose murmured, trying desperately not to cry.

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              “I just… I need to be able to do it on my own. I need to.”

"And you can," John assured her gently. He didn’t quite understand her need to do it on her own, but he could respect it. “But at least do it with a shirt you can get on without hurting yourself. Okay?”

He reached out hesitantly to help disentangle her from the shirt, then instantly pulled his hands back. No, that was a bad idea. Very bad.

"You can even take one of mine if you want." She loved wearing his shirts. Or…she had, anyways. He didn’t know if she still would.

via   6 notes   August 21st 2014
"Need a hand?"
- stillthedoctor

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

MY MUSE HAS BEEN INJURED AND IS STRUGGLING TO GET DRESSED. SEND “NEED A HAND?” FOR THEIR REACTION TO YOUR MUSE OFFERING TO HELP.

"N-No…” 

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Rose protested at first, struggling to get into her shirt despite her arm in it’s sling and the pain bruises on her back. It hurt just to try to get it on, but she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t want to let John dress her… Not at all. So she had to do this herself.

            “…I can do it, I swear.”

"That’s n-not the problem…”


Rose grunted, trying to force her way into her t-shirt. She yelped as she bent her arm a particularly painful way, causing a sharp pain to shoot from her elbow up to her shoulder.

                “—Fuck!”

Of course, she hadn’t told John the entire story. She hadn’t told him how Adam had dressed her every day, how he had been sickeningly careful with her… Like she was his little china doll.

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       ”—I   h a v e   to do this…!”

John hurried forward without thinking, thankfully stopping himself right before he reached out to touch her.

"Rose, please…at least take a break." He was fairly certain her arm couldn’t take much more of this. "Come on." He sat down on the edge of the bed, beckoning for her to follow.

"What about a button up shirt instead? You can slide it on and you won’t have to try and bend your arm as much. Might work out a bit better."

If she wasn’t going to let him help, maybe he could offer suggestions. He had to help somehow.

via   6 notes   August 21st 2014
"Need a hand?"
- stillthedoctor

rosetylerthevaliantchild:

MY MUSE HAS BEEN INJURED AND IS STRUGGLING TO GET DRESSED. SEND “NEED A HAND?” FOR THEIR REACTION TO YOUR MUSE OFFERING TO HELP.

"N-No…” 

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Rose protested at first, struggling to get into her shirt despite her arm in it’s sling and the pain bruises on her back. It hurt just to try to get it on, but she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t want to let John dress her… Not at all. So she had to do this herself.

            “…I can do it, I swear.”

"I can close my eyes," John offered with a small smile. He knew she didn’t want him to see her naked. And it broke his heart, but he understood.

But it hurt just as much to see her in this kind of pain.

"I won’t look, Rose. I promise I won’t. But you’re just going to hurt yourself more trying to do it on your own."

via   6 notes   August 21st 2014
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