"Rose Tyler-"
My name is Rose Tyler.
For the first nineteen years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. And then I met a man called The Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end.
For the first nineteen years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. And then I met a man called The Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end.
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“The TARDIS is doing maintenance, can’t take her to the Vortex right now, else we could end up in bits, scattered all over the space,” he raised an eyebrow nonchalantly before raising himself off the table and began to peel the orange. “Want some?”
“Sure,” She said, taking a bit. “So how long does this maintenance take?”
“She said she’d give a notice when she’s done,” he replied, stuffing a bit of the orange into his mouth, chewing slowly. “She doesn’t do this often, thank God,” he widened his eyes in emphasis. “I just wished we could’ve landed somewhen other than any Sunday before she started the sequence.”
“Well we’ve landed, we have to be somewhere, right? Maybe something dangerous and exciting is waiting outside those doors!” She said, exaggerating a bit.
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*hums*
Rose walkes into the control room. “What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up,” he replied, still looking at the orange from sideways. “That’s the problem. Rassilon, I hate Sundays. ‘s like even the universe take a break at Sundays.”
“Time machine, remember?” She teased. “We can go to a Saturday, where ever you want!”
“The TARDIS is doing maintenance, can’t take her to the Vortex right now, else we could end up in bits, scattered all over the space,” he raised an eyebrow nonchalantly before raising himself off the table and began to peel the orange. “Want some?”
“Sure,” She said, taking a bit. “So how long does this maintenance take?”
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Rose walkes into the control room. “What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up,” he replied, still looking at the orange from sideways. “That’s the problem. Rassilon, I hate Sundays. ‘s like even the universe take a break at Sundays.”
“Time machine, remember?” She teased. “We can go to a Saturday, where ever you want!”
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Doctor Who: Worst Show Ever
that awkward moment when no one knows why you’re almost crying at some gifs of people sparkling and touching either other people’s faces or walls.
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