come-along-rose:

Leaning closer to the wall the Doctor listened, he could hear a woman crying on the other side of the wall. 

“You can hear it too?” said Amelia.

The Doctor nodded and turning back to the wall he whispered, “Rose.”

swanstyle:

AU Meme // The Doctor and Craig watch the London Olympics
requested by my mind

        The Olympic fanfare began to play on the tv in Craig’s living room, where he and the Doctor sat as they babysat Stormageddon—no, Alfie, the Doctor reminded himself—one night.
        “Oh, look, Craig! That’s me! Well, before I became me, but that’s who I used to be!” said The Doctor suddenly, waving a pointed finger at the screen, arm flailing wildly as he did so.
       ”I know. Head bump thing, remember?” Craig replied, pointing to his forehead.
        “Right, right,” he replied, nodding along. “Great story, that was. This little girl was possessed by this alien, you know, an immature Isolus, and when she drew people they were trapped inside paper. Anyway, she drew me and the TARDIS, got me stuck in paper, and my companion at the time, fantastic girl—no, woman—named Rose—” 
        As he said her name, it was as though the memories flooded his mind. Never say never ever, he remembered, images of Torchwood and Bad Wolf Bay flooding his mind. It was as though someone had plunged a knife into his hearts. I suppose, in the end, they break my heart. It was bittersweet—Rose, in the parallel world with the other Doctor, safe. Where she should be.
        “She’s in a parallel world now, but she’s working for Torchwood, still being absolutely fantastic. I even gave them a bit of the TARDIS if they wanted to grow one of their own. Rose Tyler. Defender of the Earth,” he said softly. He looked to Craig and smiled. Both he and Alfie were fast asleep. “Sleep well then.”

maybelletea:

wordsequallife asked Nine/Rose at a funfair

lyrics-are-poetry:

I made this video in August 2008. Watched it now to try and get myself in a Drose mood for a fanfic I need to write and almost cried O.o