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Improbable Multiversal Transcending Temporal Spacetime Event Pairing: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Rated: T Word Count: 7,101 Summary: The best way to show someone you care is to blow up their job ... right? Notes: I'm back! And it's not a Tangled Timelines update (sorry!) But it is something? I've had this in my WIPs for awHILE now, and when I was cleaning my studio the other night I found a planning page for it in a random tote bag and was like ... oh yeah. And the ending just came to me and I love it when that happens. Hopefully there will be another chapter up for Tangled Timelines soon, though!

As always, infinite thanks to my wonderful beta, @hey-there-juliet​ who is fine with me randomly sending her fics at all hours and with no warning XP

All mistakes are mine, as always.

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If the other him in the other universe had taken the time to imagine their human life together in a parallel universe, the Doctor doubted he would have pictured this. His imagination, when it came to Rose Tyler, was always quite whimsical. Happiness had made him impractical, really. Because despite all of the drawbacks, all of the reasons he currently loathed himself, the Doctor knew every single reason why the other truly felt like this was the best possible option.

But maybe it wasn’t.

Sometimes, despite it not occurring too often, he was wrong.

They had spent five and a half hours on the beach at Bad Wolf Bay.

(I create myself.)

She had been so upset; said that after everything they’d went through, everything she did to get back, the other him owed her a proper goodbye. She had stopped speaking to him when he told her that, actually, he would never give her a proper goodbye.

And she didn’t let him explain why. Now that he finally could.

Now it had been 57 days since she’d last spoken to him. Since he’d gotten more than a brief glimpse of her with his own eyes. That he’d spent piecing together a picture of what her life had been like here, without him. Such a short time, really, now that it was over (almost over), but yet also some of the worst moments of his entire existence.

It seemed fair that the multiverse would demand just that extra sequence of pain, considering everything he could potentially get in return. What another version of himself could only hope for, bitterly gambling eternities, following their timeline through all of it’s complicated swirls and turns, names weaving around each other, stamping themselves on the structure of creation.

Forever isn’t something that ends.

(How long are you going to stay with me?)

Quite the opposite, actually. And he knew, eventually, she would remember that. Knew it, but didn’t feel it.

The Doctor finally understood what all of the human writers meant about falling in love. Not just the terrifying sensation of the unstoppable freefall, but also the immense pain of crashing into the immovable object at the end of the journey.

They had sat on opposite ends of a Zeppelin. He had gone back to the Tyler Manor with Jackie, and Rose had gone back to her flat. Hoping to see her, talk to her, he had immediately joined Torchwood (once they agreed to his very detailed, highly specific, entirely ironclad contract). Their paths rarely crossed, and when they did it was just tiny, insubstantial moments.

A flash of her at the far end of a hall. Her name in a report (a lot of reports). Snatches of her voice, there one moment and gone the next.

It all made everything hurt so much more, somehow, having her so close but yet further than he could have possibly imagined.

But yet …

His imagination, when it came to Rose Tyler, was still quite whimsical. So when he tried to think of the bigger picture, waxing poetic, alone on his office couch, the Doctor tried to look at the last few years as the impact, and this as the aftershock. Still, philosophical jaunts weren’t exactly a solution to his problem. A temporary solution was moving his office even further away, so that’s what he did. 

Plus, he found it kind of fitting, commandeering the inside of Big Ben. UNIT may have it in the prime universe, but in this universe he had the fancy landmark office. Well, office-slash-home (without Rose Tyler, a proper house with doors and things was absolutely unthinkable). Not that it was just about having a private laugh. The gears soothed him, the sound of ticking helped the gnawing emptiness that had filled his mind ever since the TARDIS dematerialized without him in it. The Doctor had thought it was kind of fitting - the closest he could possibly be right now to time.

Not that he wasn’t spending every possible spare moment working on the baby TARDIS, just a tiny piece of coral still, currently sitting in the extended electro-percussive environment chamber. He wondered if, in three years (his best-possible projected timetable), when the new TARDIS would be ready for flight, she would still not be speaking to him.

Incidentally, the emergence of that thought and the start of his supposed ‘self-isolation’ coincided to an alarming degree for how coincidental the two really were. The fact of the matter was, he was busy. Tons of experiments to run, alien equipment to identify, classify (and more often than not remove from Torchwood entirely), a baby TARDIS to tend to, and a backlog of Rose’s mission reports to hack into made spending slightly over three weeks in his tower easy.

The problem was the fact that during that time the Doctor avoided sleeping, barely remembered to eat, and existed on overly sugared tea alone. Not sleeping didn’t put the demons at bay, but at least when he was awake he wasn’t forced to confront the man he never wanted to remember being.

It had been 57 days since Rose Tyler had last spoken to him, and the Doctor detonated a bomb in the abandoned annex Torchwood had scheduled to be demolished and rebuilt.

Then the counter reset to zero.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” she yelled, barging into the top floor lab where he had been checking the readings on the EEPEC.

Everything that he wanted to say to her, and the Doctor was struck mute.

“Whatever plans you think you have, however good of an idea it is, for the good of the planet or, or the galaxy or what, you don’t just go blowing up buildings without a word to anyone! Do you know that everyone else was too scared to come up here and have a word with you, because that highly confidential ridiculous contract you drew up made its way through the gossips and isn’t so classified anymore. Now no one wants to go toe to toe with the man who ‘speaks for the planet’,” Rose growled through the air quotes. “So tell me, Doctor, what genius reason you’ve got for blowing up the Records Annex?”

A slow smile spread across his face.

“It worked.”

“What?”

“Remember ‘run’?” he asked, bouncing away from the baby TARDIS and circling her, picking up his new sonic screwdriver as he did and deadlock sealing the only door off the floor.

“Run?” she frowned as he circled back.

“Run,” he whispered in her ear as he passed, running up a small set of stairs to flip a giant switch that activated the clock-lights outside of their automated timer. Likely no one noticed outside with the sun still out, but it lit up the lab. “Henrik’s basement, Nestene Consciousness, shop window dummies, you and me. How did that night end?” he asked, with a manic grin as he skidded to a stop in front of her.

“Oh, that ‘run’,” Rose breathed, trying to fight back a smile. “You blew up my job.”

“I blew up your job.”

She huffed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes, and crossed her arms. His shoulders fell, exhaustion pressing down onto each and every bone of his new, much more fragile body.

“I just want to talk,” he told her, only a moment away from begging.

“Alright then. Talk.”

Everything he wanted to say to her, and all of it felt disjointed in his overtired mind. Yet she was here now, and if she left he didn’t have a new idea for getting her back again. So he talked.

“I’m sorry. That I made this choice for you, even if it was technically a different me who did it. I’m sorry that this is the best option, the safest option. I’m sorry I never got the chance to explain everything to you before. But I am never going to say goodbye to you, Rose. Never. And I know that the power of words doesn’t translate as well for you, the science of psycho-kinetic-telepathic influence on the elements of creation. But there are some things I can never risk saying aloud. There are some beings that exist, at least in our original universe, that could easily- … still, no matter what universe we’re in, I’m never going to say it. Forever, Rose Tyler. It’s longer than you can comprehend. An eternal silence stretching infinitely ahead, timelines swirling in every direction. This one is ours, if you’ll- if you could just- if you could see in twenty-odd dimensions and focused on individual temporal waveforms, the quantum reality of specific-”

“Doctor!” she shouted when his legs gave out, immediately grabbing hold of him, joining him on the floor.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, but when he moved to get back up she easily held him down. Rose gently manipulated his face, giving him a basic medical check. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how much she had learned while they were away, only to then frown at how hard he imagined it all must have been for her. Floundering, he tried to make a joke. “So, I’m still the Doctor?”

Which went ignored.

“You look like a wreck,” she told him, and it wasn’t new information. The Doctor now made much more frequent trips to the restroom and was well aware of how pale he was, of the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. He had at least been making a disjointed effort to shave, which was another activity that had increased with his meta crisis, and admittedly it had slipped his mind for a couple days.

“It’s not easy, doing this without you,” he admitted. “But if you need more time, I want you to take it. I really am alright. There’s just so much I need to tell you, now that I can.”

“What do you mean, ‘now that you can’?”

“Different universe, firm walls in between. I don’t have to worry about using the wrong words at the wrong time and having cosmic consequences … for a lot of things, not all things. With our timeline in a different dimension and reality back as it should be, at least for the moment, I can tell you all sorts of things. Though the most important one, the one I’m never going to miss an opportunity to say, is that I love you, Rose Tyler. Forever.”

“I love you, too,” she sighed, caressing his cheek for a moment before helping him up. “But I’m still mad at you. Now you need sleep.”

“But I’m not done talking,” the Doctor complained, dragging his feet as she led him over to the sofa in the corner.

“We’ll talk more after you’ve gotten some rest, okay? I promise.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, more horizontal than he remembered being just a moment ago. Something soft and warm ensconced his body. He hadn’t realized how cold he had been until just then.

Another breath and black oblivion overtook him. Peaceful until it suddenly very much wasn’t. 

A shockwave. A rift in time and space. A breached void. A crack in reality. A big red button. No more. Howling, howling, howling.

“Wake up!”

His eyes snapped open.

He didn’t know where he was. Nothing felt right; not the air, not time, not even his own body. The Doctor tried to do a quick systems check, and the results were all wrong. His hand flew to his chest, where only one heart was beating.

A choking scream echoed through the space, which seemed to be tick tick ticking, and he didn’t realize that it was him who shouted until soothing hands were brushing through his hair. Vision focusing, he saw Rose Tyler kneeling next to him, or at least it was something that looked like Rose Tyler. She felt too cool. Or maybe he was too warm.

“Are you real?” he asked, hoping that she wouldn’t lie to him.

Just one heart working, and it was beating too fast, refusing to slow down. The air was too thick, he couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah.” A sad smile. “I’m real.”

The Doctor didn’t know if he believed her, closing his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to see the moment she inevitably vanished. “I’m dying,” he told the being-who-might-be-Rose as he shuddered and collapsed back onto some sort of sofa.

“You’re fine,” she lied, but it was a lie she seemed to believe.

“Only got one heart beating,” he admitted, trying to get his breathing under control as his malfunctioning body began to sweat. The room ticked away, and he wondered if all of this was about to explode, if he should be running, if he even could run. His legs felt like lead. So did his arms. The air was too thick, dragging him down.

“That’s-”

The Doctor shut his eyes tighter, tears escaping that he hadn’t even realized were there. She must have vanished, just like he knew she would. And if she was never real to begin with, why did it have to hurt so much for her to go?

A weight rested on top of him, and he would never forget the feel of her. He vaguely wondered what it meant for him, to be having tactile hallucinations. Olfactory hallucinations. Even the buzz of time that had never left her skin after she took in the vortex was present.

“You’ve still got two beating,” Rose whispered as his arms wrapped around her in a tight hold that didn’t feel nearly strong enough to keep her. He wasn’t strong enough to keep her.

Her heart beat steadily over where his right heart had failed.

“I’m scared,” the Doctor admitted, eyes still closed though it was oddly easier to breathe.

“I’ve got you.”

“Please be real,” he whimpered, even as his mind grew foggier.

She said something, but he didn’t know what. Everything was fading away, darkness becoming darker, becoming void.

Nothing.

The Doctor awoke alone on the couch in his office. According to his time sense, he had slept for eighteen hours and twenty-one minutes. He felt better than he had in weeks, but also so much worse. He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it.

“What’s wrong now?”

The pillow dropped from his hands and his eyes locked with Rose’s as she raced up the slight stair onto the platform that separated his primary workspace from the rest of the top floor.

“What?” His voice cracked.

Rose Tyler sat next to him on the couch, hand immediately resting on his forehead, primitively gauging his temperature. The Doctor cleared his throat before trying again.

“Rose, what are you doing here? Not that I’m not glad, I’m so very, very glad you’ve come.” Her hand dropped away and he was able to get a good look at her, dressed in a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts (Jackie had bought him a ridiculous amount of clothes before he left the manor, all of which he sent out to be cleaned). He swallowed audibly. “W-why are you wearing my clothes?”

“‘M locked in here. Door’s deadlock sealed.”

Flashes of memories began to speed through him. Attaching a re-calibrated Tziklian implosion grenade to a newly-repaired retroreflective Clishtahrr drone. Obsessively trying to circumvent his vision in order to peer at his own timeline, making himself sick. A contained rift event in the lower levels of the tower that made him feel like he had looked into the untempered schism again.

(Run, run, run!)

“I’m sorry. I don’t … I’ll just …”

He pushed himself up onto unsteady legs, found his sonic screwdriver and unsealed the door. And he wished he hadn’t trapped her with him, even if he was starting to remember why (inky black terror crawling up his spine, wrong universe, wrong universe, wrong universe).

“Do you remember what happened yesterday?” she asked, following him as he went to check the TARDIS on autopilot, looking as if she was worried he would collapse (again).

“It’s coming back to me,” the Doctor admitted. Still had a good four hours to go before the shatterfry process would be complete. He straightened his shoulders, trying to stand tall as he turned to face her. “Things got a little, uhm, unpleasant. I’ll do better.”

“Unpleasant,” Rose scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you had a bleedin’ breakdown!”

“It’s been a difficult regeneration,” he deflected, turning away, leaving the platform and making a beeline to the tiny kitchenette tucked off to the side. Tea. He just needed more tea.

“So, this how it’s gonna be, then? All that stuff about wanting to talk, but now you’re just done?”

He nearly spilled the kettle with the speed of his turn, brows furrowed and mouth falling open. “What? Of course I want to talk!” the Doctor exclaimed. “Just, er, what did I say? Before?”

Memory was still a bit of a blur. Successful energy funnel for the TARDIS’ growth tank. Vodka tasting different in a universe without potatoes. Reports saying: Correct universe. Wrong time - past. No contact.

“You don’t remember?”

“I said it was coming back to me, it’s just not coming in the right order.” he sighed, refocusing on the tea.

“Well, what’s the last thing that you vividly remember?” Rose asked, moving around him, easily finding mugs and sugar and milk.

“Thirteen days ago, creating a temporal disruption chrono-field manipulator. Needed to siphon rift energy for our TARDIS. She needs a very specific growth environment.”

“Thirteen days?! Wait, siphoning the-” She leaned against the tiny countertop and covered her face with her hands. The only sound for a few moments was of the electric kettle quickly boiling the water. “Our TARDIS?”

“If you want,” the Doctor muttered, lifting a hand, wanting to touch her, but then thinking better of it. He clenched his fist as it dropped to his side.

Rose groaned as she turned back to him. “Of course I want that, you daft alien git! But you don’t exactly make things easy, do ya? I spent years getting back to you, and then suddenly there’s two of you and one of you abandons me just like I was always afraid of, but one of you stays and I’m expected to be able to process any of it? And then for weeks it’s an effort just to give myself space, knowing that wherever I go you’re so close, part of me wondering why I’m even trying to stay away when all I wanted for ages was to be back with you. Then suddenly you’re gone! I still know where you are, but there isn’t a chance that I’d actually run into you. And I still don’t know what to feel, but coming here yesterday, seeing you … I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so broken.” There were tears in her eyes. His nails dug into his palms with the effort it took not to wrap his arms around her, to wipe them away. “I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”

“It’s not. It’s my own fault. You haven’t done a single thing wrong,” he assured her.

“That’s not true and you know it,” she tried to laugh, but it came out watery. “I’ve been an absolute cow. And I still haven’t answered your question. You’d said some things about words being a type of science, and that you could say things here that you couldn’t in the other universe. Like you were paranoid, under surveillance or something? I think you tried to describe how your time sense stuff works, but you almost fainted.”

“Fifty-seven days without you and that’s what I was talking about?” The Doctor grimaced.

The kettle clicked off.

“If it makes you feel better, it was kinda romantic. The stuff about not saying goodbye and forever and blowing up my job.”

“Blowing up your what?!”

“That’s why I had to come here. You blew up the old Records Annex.”

“Riiiiight. That explains the drone bomb. It’s not like they weren’t going to blow it up anyway. Didn’t I help?”

Rose rolled her eyes before moving to fix both their teas. “We’ll get into that later. Right now I don’t even want to talk about us. I wanna know about you, what you’ve been doing these past two months. Because I didn’t even stop to think what this all must be like for you.”

Cuppa in hand, the Doctor led her back to the couch as he tried to think of how best to explain something that he barely understood himself.

“I was created in a two-way human-Time Lord instant biological meta crisis. Hundreds of years as one being, then suddenly two. Exact same mind, almost the exact same body, but different enough that I can barely comprehend existing in it. If you remember, the first forty-eight hours of the regeneration cycle are complicated and dangerous. Barely a few hours into mine I was dropped outside of the prime universe that all Gallifreyans are meant to exist in, cut off from all telepathic contact as the walls of reality continued to sway, slowly falling back into place. It’s been … an adjustment. Sometimes things don’t feel real, even when they are. Sometimes things feel incredibly real, even when they aren’t.”

“You had a nightmare,” Rose told him, placing a hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing soothing circles through his layers. “I woke you up, tried to help. You didn’t think I was real. You thought you were dying, because you only had one heart.”

He tried to smile, and the action felt painful. “Sounds about right.”

“I’m sorry. If I hadn’t been so selfish-”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I want you to put yourself first.”

“But I can’t stand seeing you in pain like this. What can I do to help?” she asked, a desperation in her eyes that he couldn’t bear.

“You’re already helping,” the Doctor sighed, finally giving in and leaning into her touch, lying his head on her shoulder. It was the closest he’d felt to time since they’d been left on that bloody beach.

Memories were still racing through his head. Energy coils radiating artron energy into a centrifuge. The smell of burnt flesh against the remains of a Bverni navigational system. Reports saying: Correct universe. Wrong time - future. No contact.

“The other Doctor said that you needed me.”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“Yes, because he needs you. He also said that I was dangerous. I am. He is. We are. But you already knew that. It’s easy, you know, to yell at yourself. Not often that there’s actually a separate you there to yell at. I destroyed the Daleks, but we’d already done that before we met. In fact, so did you. The other me was lashing out, knowing what he would have to do but not wanting to do it.”

“That’s another thing,” Rose said, moving to face him, dislodging his head, “you said that us being here, in this universe, was the best, safest option. What was that about?”

“Something’s coming. Has come. Ended and began. There’s a massive paradox surrounding me in the other universe. Incredibly dangerous, potentially catastrophic. All I know is that it has something to do with a woman named River Song who claims to be my wife.”

“Your wife?!”

“I said claims. And she did seem to be telling the truth, besides the fact that what she was saying was entirely preposterous. My soul is entirely bound to yours.” The Doctor took her hand and squeezed it. “So I think I have an idea of the kind of man I’ll have to become in order to keep the universe intact.”

“What’s that?”

“A liar. If she is going to believe that I could possibly join myself to someone else, someone who isn’t you, I’m going to have to lie. I’m going to have to forget. I’m going to have to lie so well and for so long that even I believe the fiction I’ve created for myself.”

He wondered what the other him in the other universe would think, then, whenever he caught a rare glimpse at their timeline surrounded in gold, bound with Rose’s for all eternity. What kind of explanation he would craft. The Doctor shuddered.

“But that sounds horrible!” she cried.

“It’s the sacrifice he’s making for the sake of the universe. My timeline is dangerous and someone, something is tampering with it. You and I made one tiny little paradox and it almost destroyed everything. This one is circular, might be able to be maintained, but the scale of it, Rose. And who knows if it will even work. River seems great and all, at least I hope so, but I don’t think she has much of a handle on time travel. That, or she’s a manipulative psychopath. Suppose that’s a surprise for the other me to find out.”

Rose sniffled and he pulled her into a hug.

“He’s going to be all alone.” The words were muffled into his shoulder, his shirt growing damp with her tears. He cringed and tried to think rationally, that of course she would feel this way, that it had nothing to do with how she felt about him him. But then again, maybe it did.

“He won’t be alone. He’ll find someone. I always do, eventually.”

“B-but I-”

“We’ll figure it out. How to get you back there, once it’s safe,” he whispered into the top of her head. Maybe that would be it- what she needed this him for. And if so, it would be enough. It would have to be enough.

“Really?”

The Doctor nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“So it’s not- you really weren’t abandoning me here?” Rose lifted her head, eyes brimming with a hope that had been missing before.

“Never.” The word felt as if it was torn out of his very being.

She cupped his cheek, stubble beginning to smooth out into the beginnings of a beard. He really needed to shave.

“I thought you said to never say never ever?”

“That was before.”

It occurred to him that he had tea, so he took a sip - it had gone cold.

“Oh, right, all the, uhm, psychic-kinetic-telepathy science stuff.”

He opened his mouth to correct her - she was very close, though - but was interrupted by the ringing of the giant clock. It was heavily muffled by the sound proofing adjustments he had made while setting up the office, but still audible enough.

“It’s eight now, yeah?” Rose asked, even as she moved away.

“Yes.”

She walked over to his desk, where the Doctor now noticed a pile of her folded clothes sat. He frowned when she brought them over to him.

“Do you think you could sonic these clean for me? I’m gonna quick hop into your decontamination shower.”

“Th- there’s a proper shower, it’s two floors down. First left, third right, door marked ‘Security Level Alpha’.”

“What, really?”

“Didn’t want random lab techs using it. Has a retina scan. It’ll let you in.”

Rose laughed, ruffled his hair, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing to get ready for work. The whole thing left him confused. He went through his list again, checking and double checking to make sure that this all was real . It was, just as it had been all morning.

More memories. Recalibrating the tower’s new sub-basement weapon’s vault. Burnt toast and no more jam left. Reports saying: Correct universe. Wrong time - future. Contact made.

It wasn’t fair that she had spent almost an entire day with him yet he had missed most of it. Still, he sonicked her clothes, as well as his tea. Finished his cuppa, and then had a second before Rose came back from her shower.

“Why’s there no one around?”

“Dangerous radiation leak,” the Doctor shrugged. “I fixed it almost as soon as it happened, but apparently there’s ‘procedures’. How’d you get in?”

She bit her lip, fighting a smile. “Mighta shot a few of your doors,” Rose admitted, picking up an electro-pulse blaster off of a nearby cart. Non-lethal on organic matter. Very effective on fancy doors. “Nobody told me anything about a radiation leak, though.”

“Classified radiation leak.”

“And why’s that?” she scowled, hands on her hips.

“Everything to do with time travel is classified to this office. Bethany is not being very cooperative about putting you down as a liaison-whatever. Please believe me, I wasn’t trying to keep anything a secret.”

“Oh.” Rose glanced over at the EEPEC, absently biting her thumbnail.

The Doctor didn’t know what she was thinking, didn’t know if he should ask. After a moment she disappeared into the loo to change, promising to be back in a tick.

It was a funny multiverse, really, that his reunion with Rose Tyler would be such a stilted thing. That it would be about him and her, but not this him. Acknowledged with a few questions after his health, sure, but that was just polite. She’d always been compassionate, caring for others. Rose didn’t see him as the Doctor. Not the proper one. Sure, she used his name, but it would be easier for her to do that this time around.

He looked just like him.

He was him.

But he wasn’t.

Memories were still coming. Adjustments to Torchwood’s alien tech retrieval protocols. Nutrition shots. Reports reading: Correct universe. Wrong time - past. Contact made.

He went through the list again. Still real.

Unless it wasn’t.

Unless he wasn’t.

What would have stopped the other Doctor from knocking him out and uploading him into a matrix? Giving him a half-life with a programmed Rose Tyler?

The air here felt wrong.

(Wrong universe. Wrong universe. Wrong universe.)

“Doctor!”

(Daleks exploding. “What have you done?!”)

Pressure against his hands. Why was it so dark?

The Doctor opened his eyes to see Rose in front of him, pulling his fingers away from his palms. Oh. He was bleeding. Hadn’t even noticed.

“Sorry, sorry.” He spun away from her in order to grab the first aid kit from his desk.

“What happened?” she asked, vibrating with barely contained panic.

“Nothing, nothing. Things just got jumbled for a second,” he assured her, efficiently cleaning his palms and wrapping them in gauze in a practiced motion.

“How often do you-”

“Hard to say. I’ve been graphing them. Seems to be stress contingent, but generally decreasing. My senses are gradually acclimating to this universe, so I have to hope that once they do, I’ll be fine. Perfect. Molto bene. No inconvenient lapses.”

“Stress? What h- oh.”

He didn’t like the sound of that ‘oh’. The Doctor clenched his jaw before facing her.

“We still haven’t talked about us,” Rose pointed out, approaching him slowly. Like he was a wild animal. Like he would hurt her. “And you … you don’t really remember yesterday still, do you?”

“Not really.”

His hands hurt. His body ached. One heart, and it was beating so quickly that he was sure it would give out.

Rose wrapped her arms around him and he automatically returned the embrace.

“Maybe I should just call in,” she suggested as she pulled away. “We can just take the day?”

“Or don’t and stay anyway,” the Doctor couldn’t help pointing out. “Some bits have come back, and didn’t they send you here?”

She burst into laughter. “Oh my god, they did!”

And it was beyond words, how great it was to hear her laughing again. To see her smiling.

But …

That was wrong.

Rose was upset with him.

Time didn’t feel right.

The air tasted off.

Wrong Universe. Wrong Universe. Wrong Universe.

The Doctor staggered backwards.

His respiratory bypass was malfunctioning. It was like it wasn’t even there. He couldn’t get air into his lungs.

Everything went black.

There was a shot of gold, and then a different kind of black.

“Doctor,” said a whisper in the dark. “The timer went off for the TARDIS. ‘M I supposed to take her out of that thing?”

A TARDIS timer?

TARDIS … timer …

The timer for the extended electro-percussive environment chamber!!!

The Doctor shot up from where he had apparently been lying on the couch and ran over to the EEPEC, swiftly shut it off, removed the tank housing their baby TARDIS, and then poured in the pre-prepared aqueous nutrient solution before inserting the tank into the quasi-dimensional artron chamber (currently set to it’s highest opacity setting). 

“Hah!” he exclaimed, punching his fist in the air and itching to switch the chamber’s outside view settings to transparent. He turned to Rose, opened his mouth to ask her, and then paused.

It all came back to him, all of it, not just the jumbled recollections he had been getting earlier. Apparently he had fallen into a healing coma, and it seems to have been just what he needed … but it all truly hadn’t been fair to Rose. Though, to be fair, she was currently smiling like it was Christmas, so-

Christmas. Healing comas. 

Huh.

“Shall we switch it to transparent?” the Doctor asked, unable to reign himself in any longer. “It was clear when Benny - quite the coincidence, right? - helped me set it up. This is a quasi-dimensional artron chamber. It’s funnelling in rift energy and centrifuging artron particles, and the end result in that chamber is the specific environment needed to properly grow a TARDIS. Well, along with the chrono-nutritio aqueous habitat. Benny describes looking into it as being similar to taking DMT, which, by the way, is completely inaccurate. It’s exactly like looking into an Eye of Harmony. If it’s malfunctioning, it’s like looking into the untempered schism, which I don’t recommend. But everything’s stable now, we could-”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to look into the vortex?” Rose interrupted, and …

“Right … erm, well ,” he hedged, scratching the back of his neck, “I mean, it isn’t actually the vortex, but you’re probably not completely wrong. Best not risk it.”

Excitement abating, the Doctor slumped against the chamber and at that moment realized that he had been changed into jim jams.

Jim jams. Healing comas.

Huh.

At least these were his own pajamas, and not some ‘friend’ of Jackie’s, though how strange was it that he owned his own pajamas in the first place?

“C’mere,” Rose said, beckoning him back toward the couch, which she was sitting next to, but not on. Not your typical decision, but he had likely taken up all of the space earlier. “I made you some tea.”

It really wasn’t worth it, cataloguing the similarities between this and when he had first regenerated into this body … even though the list did seem to be growing.

“Perfect! Just what I need!” the Doctor smiled as he walked over, taking a seat next to Rose on the floor.

Silence fell as he sipped his tea, and he found himself unsure of what to do or say next. There was too much to say, and he’d certainly done a piss poor job of organizing his thoughts earlier. 

“Feeling better?” she asked, after another moment. 

Small talk. He could definitely do small talk.

“Mmm yes, very much so.”

“Better enough to talk?”

The Doctor coughed, having swallowed his tea incorrectly (bloody hybrid body, still acting up), before nodding. Rose moved onto the couch and he scrambled to join her. 

“So,” she began and paused, face scrunching up in concentration (it was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one who found this whole business incredibly awkward), “I guess … what is it that you actually want? Aside from a working TARDIS, that is.”

His brows furrowed.

Sure, there were plenty of ways he could answer that question and have all of them be true, but he had a feeling that she was looking for a specific type of ‘want’. 

Problem was, the Doctor wasn’t quite sure what that was .

“What?” he asked, in lieu of any better things to say (as the runner up response was to ask for some jam, or maybe a banana, or some of the takeaway from the shop down the corner and blimey, he was hungry). 

“This whole time, all of it, since you c- since you were- since you stopped just bein’ a hand- ” the Doctor had a list of complaints and corrections that he barely held in “- nobody’s asked what you wanted. The D- the other Doctor chose for both of us, really, and I hadn’t really looked at it that way before. An’ I wanna know. What do you want?”

Removed from the actual experience itself (and therefore not feeling incredibly, deathly ill), visions of the slight peek he’d gotten four days ago of his own timeline played in his head.

The Doctor grabbed Rose’s hand, weaving their fingers together.

“I want this.”

She smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Care to elaborate?” she asked with a slight laugh.

“Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’. “Because as long as you’re happy, everything else is just- just semantics. I mean, obviously it’s going to be a bit dull until the TARDIS has grown enough for proper travel, but I think we can make do?” At least, he really hoped so. It hadn’t been going swimmingly so far, but the Doctor sincerely hoped that he could chalk all that up to the initial side effects of the meta crisis, compounded by all of the, er … technical difficulties he had run into while constructing the TARDIS’ growth tank. Also, his new hybrid body needed much more maintenance than he was used to, including sleep. Really was rubbish without regular sleep. Such a waste of time.

“So, if I were to suggest you moving into the flat?”

He opened his mouth, intending to immediately agree, but then frowned. The TARDIS was here, after all. And he absolutely could not move her. Not at this stage. Not until she could connect to other dimensions on her own. The Doctor looked over at the quasi-dimensional artron chamber, once again wishing that he could switch it to transparent and watch the process unfold.

“How moved in is moved in?” he asked once he forced himself to turn back toward Rose.

“You’d sleep there, shower there, eat some of your meals. Most of your clothes an’ stuff would be there. Y’know. It’d be where you live. With me. If you want.”

“And that’s what you want?” he double checked, trying not to telegraph his surprise - he must have missed a lot while in a coma, as last he knew they were teetering on the edge of a row.

Rose rolled her eyes, and that was much more in line with where he thought they were at, er, relationship-wise.

“Well, I don’t fancy living in a clocktower office. When I’m done working, I’d like to not still be at work, ta.”

She did make some excellent points … but still, it all implied that they would be staying together. And that was what he wanted, of course it was, but the Doctor still couldn’t help but feel he had missed something crucial despite the fact that he could now remember everything clearly.

“You blew up my job. ”

“I love you, too. But I’m still mad at you.”

“You’ve still got two beating.”

Maybe there wasn’t something to have missed. Human emotions were relatively complex, after all, and there was no rule requiring them to happen in isolation.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, realizing as he did that to Rose it was coming from seemingly out of nowhere.

This was confirmed as she blinked, brows furrowing.

“I don’t know. Maybe a little, but …”

“But?” the Doctor repeated, unable to stand the suspense.

“It’s hardly the first time we’ve had a fight, yeah?”

He nodded, unsure of where she was planning on going with this and hoping that he wouldn’t need to begin apologizing for every insensitive thing he’d said or done since they first met. It would take ages.

“Well, we always end up workin’ it out. And we did live together, travelin’ on the TARDIS, whether we had a row or not, so …” Rose shrugged, now examining her fingernails.

Speaking of the TARDIS, though …

“First things first,” the Doctor began, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up and began pacing, “I want it on record that I would absolutely love to live in a flat with you, with carpets and doors and things. Assuming we’d spend much of our time traveling about, that is.” He turned back toward her, having paced his way back over to the TARDIS’ QDA chamber. “The thing is, it’s … I don’t want you to think that- the TARDIS. She needs me here. This is a critical development period. For the next three to six months, the TARDIS will be growing in the chamber, learning how to connect to and create dimensions. Until she can manage it, I can’t move her and she requires near-constant monitoring. Every hour or two.” 

“She’s like a newborn baby,” Rose commented, getting up and joining him at the chamber, where she stroked the side.

“Exactly.”

“Well, I suppose this’ll have to do then,” she reluctantly … agreed? “As long as we’re living in the flat as soon as she’s moveable, mind. The bathroom here is two floors away.”

“It’s a clocktower, Rose! There’s only so much space.” The Doctor scrunched up his face as he said the word. 

“Then why’d you pick this place? I know because of the Rift, but doesn’t it stretch further than just the tower?”

“Nope,” he shrugged.

It’s not as though he hadn’t checked. 

“Really?”

“Small rift.”

“Yeah,” Rose laughed, “a small rift right under Big Ben.”

The Doctor laughed with her, amazed that he finally could.

Then he frowned.

It was all a little too good to be true.

Was this real?

“Hey.”

He refocused. Rose was right in front of him, their eyes locked.

“You were getting that look in your eyes,” she informed him.

“Look? What look?” the Doctor asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew. Some sort of dazed tell, some sort of glaringly obvious indicator that his grasp on reality was failing him.

“This look you get when you start thinkin’ you’re in the wrong universe.”

Wrong universe, wrong universe, wrong universe.

“Well, I am in the wrong universe,” he couldn’t help but point out.

“Yeah, I know. Me too. But y’know what?”

Rose wrapped her arms around him, and it was almost as if she were his tether, grounding him to this new reality they’d found themselves in.

“It’s better with two.”

[lovemychoices]

Before there was you

TRR X ROE

Chapter 1 - Today will be different.

Three years ago while travelling in Europe, Eve Sommers was involved in a car accident. She woke up from her coma two weeks later with no memory of what happened to her in the past seven months. Three years later and still no recollection about what happened to her before the accident. But all of that is about to change. Will she finally know the truth? Will there be consequences?

*THIS SERIES PRACTICALLY THROWS CANON OUT THE WINDOW* YEET! YEET!

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them.

Word count : 1958

Chapter Summary: Eve meets a handsome stranger at her gallery.

A/N : This is my first fiction series so it will definitely be 100% not perfect. In other words be kind :)Big thanks to @thecordoniandiaries @ao719 @leelee10898 & @annekebbphotography for the encouragement they gave me to start this series and also for being patient with my ramblings. 😂

I apologise for any grammatical error. If you like what you read Don’t forget to reblog 😉Comments and feedbacks are always helpful. If you think this series is your cup of tea and want to be tagged do let me know.

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are 18 and above.

***

She felt the cold breeze pierce through her spine as she walks barefoot along the dark highway. Feeling lost and all alone walking aimlessly into nowhere when she hears it.

“Come back to me my love” a voice calls out from a far.

“Hello?” Eve answers as she tries to walk in the darkness.

“Come back to me my love.” The voice calls out again.

She tries to follow the voice but every time she thinks she’s getting close it goes further away. Finally, after walking for what feels like forever, she notices a light at the end of the road she gets closer and in front of her, a white door stands to block her way to the other side. Her hands reach out and try to open the door but before she could touch the doorknob.

Beep beep beep beep… The sound of the alarm clock goes off. Eve reaches for the bedside table her eyes still shut as her right-hand searches for the off button. She finally manages to turn off the annoying sound and opens her eyes. “Today will be different.” she murmurs to herself as she glanced up to the ceiling. She heaves a low sigh and slowly gets out of bed to prepare for a new day.

**

September in New York was always pleasant the way the autumn breeze felt as it touches your skin the sight of the beautifully colored leaves that had turned over the season. Eve admires the beautiful changes in nature as she walks through Central Park towards her art gallery.

The art gallery which used to belong to her mother, when she passed her father wanted to sell the business but she refused to let him. It was after all where she spent most of her childhood, running through the halls of the gallery or admiring the stories her mother would tell her about each painting. She had only been studying for two semesters in med school when she decided to quit so she could take over and continue her mother's business.

Eve feels her phone buzzing and reaches in her bag to answer it.

“Hello?” She answers while she continues to walk.

“Eve Sommers, Denise, I hope I’m not bothering you at the moment?” The woman asks.

Eve stops for a moment with one hand in her coat pocket while the other is holding her phone. “No, I was just on my way to the art gallery. I assume you’re calling about the art pieces I emailed you a week ago?”

“Did your boss like any of them?”

“Yes he does, in fact he wants to purchase two of your paintings.”

Eve arches her eyebrows.“Really only the ones I painted? What about the painting with the Dancing clouds or The Pink Elephant by the other artists, they are absolutely amazing and would go well with your bosses collection.”

“No..No he wasn’t interested in the rest he made it clear. He just wants the ones you painted, he is a big fan of your work.” Denise answers.

“Oh well, tell your boss I’m flattered and grateful and when he has the time he should stop by the gallery so I can thank him personally.” Eve grins.

“Alright, have your assistant ready the paintings I’ll have someone pick them up tomorrow afternoon. Tata.” Denise says and quickly hangs up the phone before Eve can reply any further.

*****

Eve finally reaches her gallery, she opens the door and is greeted by her assistant Mila at the entrance. “Morning boss, here is your pumpkin spice latte extra spice just the way you like it.” Mila smiles as she hands her drink.

“Thank you Mila, did I ever mention you’re the best assistant I ever had?” Eve grins and gives a playful wink.

“I’m the only assistant you ever had and yes you have multiple times.” Mila chuckles.

“Well best assistant ever, I’ll need your help to pack two of my paintings, Denise just called her boss wants to purchase both of them.” Eve informs Mila then takes a sip of her pumpkin spice.

“Really? That’s like the sixth painting her boss bought this year. Looks like somebody’s has an admirer.” Mila waggles her eyebrows at Hope. “I hope he is not some creepy old rich guy who walks around his penthouse in a robe and bunny slippers, cause that would be you know.. creepy.”

”I’m sorry, do i pay you to assist me with the gallery or with my love life?” Eve jokes, her eyes wandered over the back of her assistant towards the right side of the gallery. She noticed a tall handsome stranger admiring one of her paintings.

“Mila who’s the guy over there at the back?” Eve asks with a soft smile.

Mila turns her head slightly to where the man is standing. “Oh him, just some European guy.. He has one of those accents..really sexy.” Mila replies “Hey boss maybe you should introduce yourself, you know for business purposes.” She suggests air quoting the words business purposes followed with a mischievous grin.

Mila was always trying to get her to go on dates, not that she has been on any since she took over the gallery. But maybe Mila was right she should introduce herself. She shakes her head lightly and hands her latte to her assistant before heading towards the handsome Stranger.

“Like what you see?” She asks the with a soft smile as she approaches him, her hands clasped behind her back. The man looks at her and smiles. whoa! he’s really cute she thought to herself. Compose yourself Eve this could be a potentially client.

“Like would be an understatement, this work is impressive the contrast the details the meaning behind it all.”

”Oh? And what do you think the artist was trying to express when they painted it?” She inquires as she toyed with a lock of her hair. What the heck am I doing twirling my hair like some love struck teenagers talking to her crush. Quickly letting go of her hair.

He looks at her for a moment then back to the painting. His brows furrowed while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Longing perhaps for love for happiness for freedom? It all depends on the person's point of view but it all comes down to the same thing.. or maybe I’m just miss reading the whole thing.”

Hope raised an eyebrow at his answer handsome and smart. She thought to herself

“No.. I can tell you that is exactly what the painter was trying to express when she painted that masterpiece.” She grins unconsciously twirling a lock of her hair again. The two started talking about their love for art and their favourite pieces so far not realising the time.

“Where are my manners, I’m Liam.” Holding out his hand with a soft smile. Eve smiles back and shakes his hand. “Evelyn Sommers but you can call me Eve.”

Liam’s eyes go wide open “you mean Eve as in the name on that painting?”

“The very same..” she grins

“We’ve been talking for an hour, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wanted an honest opinion, it’s better when the viewer doesn’t know who the painter is.” She winks.

Liam chuckles. “Well Eve, you just found yourself a new admirer. I’d like to purchase this painting if it’s still available?”

“Ah, sorry Liam but this painting already has a buyer. But I could show you the other paintings that are still available, give you the whole tour of the gallery.”

Before he could answer his phone buzzes, he reaches for his pocket an sees a text message from one of his friends.

Where are you? We’ve been waiting for an hour.

A frown forms on his face when he realises he has to go. “Something wrong?” Eve asks. “No, just that I’m going to have to take a raincheck on that tour. I had so much fun talking to you I completely forgot I had other plans.”

“It’s alright, maybe some other time.” Eve replies and reaches for her purse taking out a business card and offering it to Liam. “Here’s my business card, call me anytime if you have a specific art piece you would like to acquire or you know if you want to grab a cup of coffee and just talk.”

Liam grins taking the card from her hand. “Thank you, I had an amazing time talking to you Eve. Maybe we’ll see each other again soon.”

***

Back home that night Eve sat on the couch eating a tub of ice cream, sobbing as she rewatched the notebook. She can’t remember how many times she has watched the movie but everytime she does it never fails to make her tear up.

“Oh Noah you sweet cinnamon roll.” She sobbed wiping her tears away with a piece of tissue.

She hears the sound of keys chiming and looks at the front door, it opens and in comes her best friend and housemate Ruby. Ruby shuts the door behind her, dragging her feet as she enters the apartment finally throwing herself on the couch as soon as she’s near enough.

“Rough day?” Eve asks arching her eyebrows

“The usual… I keep telling myself one more year of med school. Then I can do my residency.”

“Would ice cream help cheer you up?” Eve grins offering to share her ice cream. “It’s Ben and Jerrys.”

Ruby grins and takes a seat next to Eve.

“Are we watching the notebook again?”

“I can’t help it I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“A hopeless romantic who hasn’t been in a relationship or on a date in a long time.” She rolls her eyes.

“Hey! I’ve been on dates, it’s not my fault I didn’t find any of them interesting. And don’t you have better things to do then worry about my love life? Like.. I don’t know..where you plan on doing your residency after next year?”

“Eh.. I was thinking of applying for residency at Edenbrook, I heard the doctors and staff there are hot.” She grins and waggles her eyebrows

Eve just shakes her head while trying to contain a laugh.

“All jokes aside it would be nice to have a change of scenery.. New York was starting to get a little too dull for me… I’m sure you can manage without me.” Ruby said and licks the remaining ice cream off her spoon.

“Oh I have no doubt, but I’ll also be missing my bestie.” Eve winks.

They hug each other then continue to watch the movie in silence while enjoying their ice cream. A few minutes later Ruby decides to break the silence. “Sooo… Mila told me you met someone today and the two of you had quite the chat..”

“Damn it Mila.” Eve muttered ”you know sometimes I wonder where her loyalties lie.”

Ruby chuckles. “Enough stalling I.Want.details!” She demanded.

“There’s really nothing much to tell, we only talked for like an hour. He really knows a lot about art and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes —“

“Oh oh…Someone has a crush...” Ruby playfully teases. “Blue eyes were always your Kryptonite.”

Eve grabs the plush pillows beside her and flings it at Ruby's face, making her fall back on the couch. They both giggle when suddenly Eve’s phone starts ringing, she checks to see who could be calling. The phone shows an unknown number, must be Denise she thinks.

“Hello?” She answers. “Hello Eve, Liam, we had a talk this morning at your Gallery? Sorry to bother you at this hour but I—”

Eve quickly closes the mic of her phone with her hand and turns to Ruby whispering. “Omg, it’s the cute European guy from the art gallery.”

Ruby's eyes go wide in excitement. “What does he want?”she whispers back smiling.

“Hello Eve are you there?”

“Hello, yes, sorry Liam bad connection.” She answers putting the phone on speaker. “So… what’s up?”

Liam chuckles. “Actually, me and a few of my friends were just heading out to get something to eat. I was wondering, if I’m not being too forward if you would like to join us? I mean that is if you’re not doing anything tonight?”

“Omg say yes!” Ruby mouthed.

“Um.. I would love to just text me the address.” Eve grins. ”I’ll see you in an hour.”

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[handwrytten]

All

This was either Abbie @between-awake-and-asleep​ or Nikk @drxcomclfoy​ and rest assured that I am NOT HAPPY about it

Regardless, the 150 answers I gave are under the cut.

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

I honestly have no idea. Probably one of the kids from the day care I work at. Probably Neva or Millie.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

I’m pretty outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Anyone, really. But, if I had to pick one person, Jace, since I’m gonna see them soon (!!!)

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Depends who you ask. I think I’m delightful.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

I don’t “””like””” anyone atm except for the tumblr crush on @tethmos​ but he’s far away. However, I believe if we were closer he’d take care of me in this circumstance

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

boy: *acts even a little bit kind to me under any circumstance*

me: ***

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Do I look like a fortune teller (also, no)

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Nikk and Abbie, since I’m still angry about this ask

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Depends on who with. I generally don’t mind. It’s just sex; I’ll talk about it with my friends, not with my parents.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Myself at midnight last night. If you mean other people, definitely Nikk

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“cock sucking mother fucking twat”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

“Rooftop Duet/Falling” – Ordinary Days

“Breathe” – In the Heights

“The Next Ten Minutes” – The Last Five Years

“I’ll Cover You (Reprise)” – Rent

“Words Fail” – Dear Evan Hansen

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

I don’t have much of it, but sure

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Sometimes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I was in a musical!!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

To quote Hamlet, Act III, Scene iii, Line 87:

“No”

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Probably. I mean, the universe is literally infinitely large.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nah not really

19. Do you like bubble baths?

In the way that I don’t like looking at myself naked and bubbles cover it.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

MY NEIGHBORS ARE THE BEST NEIGHBORS FIGHT ME

21. What are you bad habits?

Literally everything I do. (bite fingernails, pick nose/ears, laugh too loud, etc)

22. Where would you like to travel?

Anywhere larger than the keyhole of the world I have seen.

23. Do you have trust issues?

Always. Wait, who told you I did? Did someone say something about me??

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

SLEEPING

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

The big pudgy part right in front me. It literally enters my room before my feet most of the time.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Go back to bed, or regret it.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Nah, I’m okay. If anything, I’d say lighter, because my mom is super white and people don’t really believe she’s my mom in the beginning.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

I’m most comfortable alone.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

One, but the relationship I then entered in lasted one (1) week and was only physical \(’-’)/

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Assuming that I still can when I am able, sure, but I’m not sure monogamy is for me. I have some really bad commitment issues

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

hahahahahahaahahahhahahahahaahahhahaha *breathe* haahahahaha hahahahahahaha

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Chris Pratt (gotg2 version) and James Corden

33. Spell your name with your chin.

“Hello this is chin for the last 18 years I have been living in silence awaiting my time. Brethren, we ride at da–”

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Nope

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV but I’d probably kill myself either way tbh

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

All of the crushes I’ve had

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

“that darn economy”

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Nah man that invites hope and I don’t do that shit anymore

But, alas, if I must… He’d be kinda tall and he’d be a tenor and he’d be bulky, like not fat but kinda husky, and we’d cuddle forever because he’s always warm.He can cook too.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

FYE and GameStop

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Bitch I don’t know and I’m out of high school

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Yes. However, if they fucked up a second chance with someone else, I wouldn’t give them mine.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m either really angry or sad. One of the two.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

As often as I can

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Bottom of the ocean. There’s so much down there and I can go farther than I could in outer space. Who wants to visit the moon? pfft

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

My alarm clock and a lot of spite

46. What are you paranoid about?

(D) All of the above

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Nuh-uh

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Definitely.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Bright banana yellow.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Always

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I’m tempted to say my weight, but really, I’d change my self-control, since if I was more focused and/or motivated I might actually lose the weight

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Man idk can I be done with these now

54. Favourite store?

this was literally question 39

55. Favourite blog?

@drxcomclfoy​ @mochaontherocks @pvedameron @zoiekravitz

56. Favourite colour?

Yellow or Black

57. Favourite food?

Cheese nuggets from the pizza store in town.

58. Last thing you ate?

Popcorn

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Cereal

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Actually, I don’t think so…

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

no

62. Been arrested? For what?

*in Spanish* no

63. Ever been in love?

Probably not, but I wouln’t know if I was.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

So basically it was the football game AFTER homecoming, and it was the night I came out. I told my mom first, then my dad, and both had been like “cool” and I was young and foolish and didn’t know that walking around holding hands with my boyfriend was generally frowned upon. He kissed me on the lips, just a peck, but I’m counting it because my first french kiss was actually even more embarrassing.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Nope. I just ate a really big breakfast (at the time of writing this. I started this answer last night so it might change before I’m done)

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

I don’t have real life friends. I haven’t seen most/any of them in like a month

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Facebook (I don’t have Twitter)

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr (I don’t have Twitter)

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Yep, Friends.

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Jace, Abbie, and... um, I’m forgetting someone... oh yeah! Nikk ;)

71. Craving something? What?

The touch of a man

72. What colour are your towels?

Beige

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Too many (actually, like, five)

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Yes, I have a teddy bear named Mr. Cuddles who protects me from the monsters

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

A lot. Like, at least 50 in my house and at least 25 in my room

75. Favourite animal?

Dogs, probably. I feel like there was one that I loved but I don’t remember it

76. What colour is your underwear?

Right now? Gray and white patterns

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Cotton candy blizzard from DQ

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Red (USA! USA! USA!)

80. What colour pants?

Khaki shorts

81. Favourite tv show?

HTGAWM or Friends

82. Favourite movie?

Perks of Being a Wallflower I think. I don’t really have one

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

What the fuck is Mean Girls 2??

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Man you guys love Mean Girls. Definitely Damian.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Dory

87. First person you talked to today?

My mom

88. Last person you talked to today?

My mom (I don’t get out much)

89. Name a person you hate?

G*vin

90. Name a person you love?

My mom

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Anyone who either A) apologizes for Snape’s behavior or B) violently ships R/eylo

92. In a fight with someone?

nein

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

One pair? I think?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Too Many

95. Last movie you watched?

Captain America: Civil War

96. Favourite actress?

Viola Davis

97. Favourite actor?

Ben Platt

98. Do you tan a lot?

I tan naturally

99. Have any pets?

A dog named Piper (@between-awake-and-asleep she’s the best piper) 

100. How are you feeling?

Eh

101. Do you type fast?

Fast enough, especially when I want to be done with stuff. Like this.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Who doesn’t?

103. Can you spell well?

W-E-L-L

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

I used to be really great friends with my neighbor but we grew apart. IDK we’re both a little annoying.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yeah

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

I don’t think so, but I’m not exactly in touch with my exes to know about it if I had

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Unfortunately, yeah. Those fuckers are terrifying

108. What should you be doing?

I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WHICH KINDA SUCKS

109. Is something irritating you right now?

MY LACK OF MOTIVATION

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Only this one kid

111. Do you have trust issues?

refer to question 23

(seriously though I already did this question!!!!!)

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My therapist

113. What was your childhood nickname?

“that guy”

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yeah, plenty of times

115. Do you play the Wii?

Not anymore. Who the hell plays a Wii still??

116. Are you listening to music right now?

No

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Kinda, I guess

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Nah

119. Favourite book?

I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

... Yeah...

121. Are you mean?

Sometimes

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No?? What kind of question is this

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Never

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, not really

125. Do you believe in true love?

Not the way the movies do it

126. Are you currently bored?

YES

127. What makes you happy?

Sleep. Nikk. Reading

128. Would you change your name?

Only a little bit

129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer

130. Do you like subway?

Never ridden one.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do

Didn’t I answer this already? I mean, I may be wrong, but you should already know about my being queer as a three dollar bill.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

QUESTION 10

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“I know that I’ll never stand as tall as these buildings, I’ll never quite reach the sky...”

-- “Rooftop Duet/Falling” from Ordinary Days

134. Can you count to one million?

Probably, but I’d never really try

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

“I’m straight”

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed

137. How tall are you?

Nearly 6 feet

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Curly

139. Brunette or Blonde?

It doesn’t matter

140. Summer or Winter?

WINTER

141. Night or Day?

n i g h t

142. Favourite month?

Isn’t this damn ask over yet

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Does bacon have meat? Yes?? Then fucking no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

Coffee

146. Was today a good day?

It’s not over

147. Mars or Snickers?

Is there really a planet called Snickers?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“And when the abyss looks into you - and it will - may you look back unflinching.” 

-- Neal Shusterman, Challenger Deep  

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yeah I guess

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

"Nobody could hear anybody with these stupid masks on” Trent Reedy, Divided We Fall

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Watch Tattoos: 25 Ideas, Meanings, Images and Designs

Watches are fascinating things, both visually and symbolically. A watch tattoo can be designed with a variety of symbolic and meaningful elements, and there are many different types of watches you can choose, it is easy to create a unique and personal design. You will find many different variations in your article. Watch tattoos are really a mainstream design, so opting for a watch tattoo can be a real eye-catcher. If done well, they can be extremely stunning and unique. Watches can be designed as a masculine watch, female or neutral so that anyone can wear it. Below you will find clock tattoo designs and meanings, with many pictures.

Watch tattoo meaning

The watch tattoo can represent a variety of different meanings. Although they represent time, they can represent so much more. Remember, your tattoo symbolizes what you want. Below are some possible meanings of the watch tattoo.

Time

Imprisonment (literal or metaphorical)

A special moment

Life or mortality

death

existence

Infinity or infinity

structure

stability

A beating heart or a bang

Endless Love

As a rule, a watch symbolizes life and death. Time never ceases, and we tend to forget that fact. That time will overtake us and that our time will eventually come to an end. A watch tattoo could also symbolize an endless love. It could be the love you have for your parents or your children (in which case, their names, faces or dates of birth can be incorporated). A common symbol used for such constructions is the heart. But also pigeons, flowers, angels and stars can be used. Watch tattoos can also be designed with inspirational quotes such as time heals all wounds and more.

Watch tattoo design options

watch

hourglass

Kaminuhr

broken or melted clock (like Salvador Dali)

stopwatch

grandfather clock

Cuckoo clock

the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland (“I’m too late!”)

sundial

analogue or digital display

belfry

Big Ben (in London)

Pendulum

alarm clock

pocket watch

Before you have a tattoo done There are some very important things that you should know before you choose a watch tattoo (or a tattoo, for that matter). Make sure you take the time to research it completely and think about what it should mean. Make sure that you are absolutely clear about the details of how it should look and how it fits your body. You should make sure that you fully understand what your tattoo stands for. It would not be an advantage if you chose to have this motif tattooed and finally noticed because it has a very different meaning than they wanted. Do not rush with the tattoo Most people who make a tattoo out of the impulse regret it in the end therefore, as I mentioned above, they explore the motives well. I have selected some pictures that might interest you, I hope that will make your decision easier. Until next time.

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Day 2

           To start the day, I turned off my alarm in my sleep and Megan had to wake me up. Not only are we jetlagged but also running on very little sleep. At around 7:45 am, a rare time for me to be awake, we headed down to the breakfast buffet provided by the hotel. There I found traditional English breakfast food, including grilled tomatoes and mushrooms and “black pudding”. Luckily, there were some safer options. Megan and I found some croissants with Nutella which made our day and also had some melon. The service provided by the hotel was impressive. When we arrived downstairs they showed us to a table and offered us coffee or tea right away. They also cleared our table quickly after we were done. The food was well prepared and looked fresh. After a quick breakfast we headed to the “tube” or subway which is about 2 minutes from the hotel. We decided on buying something known as an Oyster card which is similar to a Charlie Card. It allows us to just swipe into any station and refill the card when there is not enough on it. The ride to the city of London was about at 15-minute ride and getting there was pretty self-explanatory.

We got off at Westminster station and walked out right in front of Big Ben. Obviously we needed to take the most touristy pictures possible. I was truly shocked at how tall the clock is in person. After taking in Big Ben we walked across a bridge towards the London Eye. We had bought tickets at the hotel to ride the ferris wheel. Unfortunately for the next couple of weeks the hours of operation are 11-6 so we made the most of the wait by walking along the river. We were told that the walk to the London Bridge was only about 20 minutes so we thought that would be a good filler. Turns out 20 minutes in London actually means 40. Along the walk we saw really cool food truck-like restaurants. Each one had its own funk and appeal. The architecture of the buildings in the city was very different than in Kensington, which is where we are staying. When we finally made it to the bridge we got there just as there were opening it to let a ship through. I didn’t know before watching that that was something that happened. It took about 10 or 15 minutes in total.

On the other side of the Bridge there is the London Tower, which is a historical castle that is officially Her Majesty’s Royal Palace and Fortress of the Tower of London. Since our walk took longer than expected, we thought we might as well check out the Tower. The tickets were 22 pounds with a student rate. One of the highlights was being able to see the Crown Jewels. They are stored in a two-foot thick vault and in thick glass cases. It was amazing to see all the detail that went into designing the crowns and tiaras as well as all the other jewels that the Royal Family had. There was one room filled with solid gold alter plates that has immaculate details. It was amazing to think about how little tools were available when they were made yet they have things like lions and leaves sketched out to look extremely real. Looking around the tower in a whole and especially jewels was like a whole new world. It’s crazy to think about the way of life in that time and even now. The idea of a Royal Family is so foreign to me. William and Kate live in the town that we are staying in and both days I’ve walked by the entrance to their home. When we got to the end of the tower we continued walking back on the opposite side of the river as before towards Big Ben. We had little time left before we had to meet the group back at the hotel so we decided that the London Eye will have to wait for tomorrow. Before leaving we walked by Westminster Abbey and saw the church when William and Kate were married. It was pretty cool to look at from the outside and will probably buy a ticket to go inside tomorrow. We looked for an underground station to take the tube back and got a little lost. After going to four wrong stops we finally found ourselves in the right location. The girls and I were running very low on time when we made it to the hotel and had about 10 minutes to run to our rooms, throw on something dressy, and head to lobby to meet with the group for High Tea. Our professors planned for us to be able to have tea at the Kensington Palace which was really cool. The location had a very clean and minimal look to it that I love. The staff was friendly and gave us a history on how High Tea became a tradition. I was surprised by how much I liked the tea because I’m not usually a tea fan but today was really good. We were given finger sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and jam, and sponge cakes. Clotted cream is made by heating full-cream cow’s milk steam or a water bath and then leaving it to cool slowly. The cream contents rise and “clot”, making something very similar to butter, but better. I really enjoyed participating in an English custom and learning about the culture.

We finished High Tea earlier than was planned for and had time to go to a museum dedicated to Princess Diana’s dresses. At first I was hesitant to spend the money on the ticket but the second I saw the first dress it was worth it. The place was designed so tastefully, with quotes about her. They didn’t just focus on her fashion but on who she was as a person. There was a slide show detailing all the work she did. Seeing a picture of her in a dress and then having the physical dress in front of you was a really cool experience. We got learn about how each dress was made and where she wore each one.

After finishing up at the museum, Erica and I ran into a “Pret A Manger” which is similar to Panera Bread and grabbed sandwiches due to the fact that all we had to eat since breakfast was finger food and we were about to get on a three-hour bus tour. Again we ran back to our rooms and threw on some comfy clothes for the tour. It was the same tour guide from yesterday, Mark, who gave us the walking tour. He had so much knowledge on the city and was able to provide us with information we wouldn’t get from just roaming the city alone. Some of things that stuck with me are:

           London has hosted the Olympics three times, and is the only country to do so

           After English, Polish is the most spoken language

           London has a 9/11 memorial. About 200 London citizens died that day

           A “circus” in London means a rotary

           The stop lights turn yellow before they turn green

While waking up at 7:30 and being on the go is exhausting, I am so happy with how much we have been able to pack into the short amount of time that we are here. Tonight, Megan, Erica, and I are going to check out a local pub for a little and see what the Kensington night life is like. Wish us luck!

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HP unveils ‘Omen’ gaming gadgets

Computer maker HP on Wednesday forayed into the gaming devices market with the introduction of ‘Omen’ range of notebooks and computer, priced between ₹seventy nine,990 and ₹1.40 lakh.

“The split from Hewlett Packard Corporation (HPE) has made our strategy very targeted. It has helped us emerge as the leaders in the Pc and printer classes. We want to leverage our market and product leadership and target top rate client categories like gaming that present the great possibility for growth,” Rajiv Srivastava, Handling Director, HP Inc India advised The Hindu.

The new variety, Mr. Srivastava mentioned includes five notebook fashions, one computing device version, and add-ons to deliver a notable enjoy to game enthusiasts. Some of the devices are also virtual reality-prepared. The gadgets will begin retailing in March on HP’ s website, select HP International stores, e-commerce portals, and large format retail shops.

As in line with an FICCI-KPMG WiWireless 2016, the Indian virtual gaming market is probably to develop at a CAGR of 13.eight% increase from ₹2,650 crore in 2015 to ₹five,070 crores in 2020. “And in a country like India, that has the most important millennial populace, more than 50% population constitute the target audience for gaming. This indicates the ability of the marketplace to grow in India,” he said.

With The new portfolio of merchandise, the organization desires to deal with the wishes of avid game enthusiasts who simply want exceptional specifications. “Subsequently, we have invested in the great of graphics, energy and overall performance in the gadgets. The brand new OMEN platform gives the capabilities game enthusiasts depend upon–power for fighting on the go, pix for smooth gameplay, first rate storage and superior thermal cooling to tackle the state-of-the-art games.”

The Omen variety become launched through HP in November 2014 globally.

great Modern Handheld Gaming gadgets

within the past, kids would be determined in local arcades or in their basements gambling video games for hours on quit. Decades ago, you’ll see someone reading an e-book on the subway or teach, but now, you’ll discover them with various kinds of Hand-held video games that hold them busy on their day by day shuttle.

Nintendo DS and PSP were the chosen gaming handhelds of the remaining generation, but the latest upward thrust of cell phone gaming into the marketplace has threatened cell gaming gadgets without cell cellphone competencies.

In 2004, the Nintendo DS debuted and it has long past thru many new updates. It turned into the Nintendo DS that brought game enthusiasts to the touch display screen video games in a new perspective. Mario, Brain Age, and others had been as soon as the famous alternatives. There are still in advance fashions on the market, however, the most Contemporary DS (no longer which include the 3DS) is the Nintendo DSi with a price of $a hundred and fifty. It could store content, take virtual images and download new video games. The DSi XL is any other variation, however, is greater and has a larger display screen. It affords extra at ease viewing. In March 2011, the Nintendo 3DS was released and retailed for much less than $300. It’s far the actual 3D gaming revel in that might not require you to wear glasses, portability is a big bonus.

The Apple iOS gadgets were around for some time now and that they have currently stolen the spotlight from Nintendo in the Handheld the market. game enthusiasts can download from a collection of 50,000 to be had games on their iTunes marketplaces. maximum of these cost as little as ninety-nine cents and A number of them are free. The iPod Contact is much like what the iPhone gives with regards to gaming, but at a decrease cost. The iPad is also to be had for a greater engrossing gaming revel in. The iPad is a bigger Handheld device, however, has remarkable portability for a tablet PC. It now not simplest permits customers to play games, however, to study books, browse the internet and has the ability to pay attention to music. There are not any buttons that you have to press- it relies mainly on a touch display. It makes gambling video games informal, fun and clean.

IOS devices have quite mid-degree prices relying on the model and the amount of memory. Further to gaming, they greater like transportable computer systems that you can bring around to your pocket or bag. you could use it to observe movies, play video games, pay attention to the song, ship your emails, and skim the internet. It also has hundreds of packages that you may get right of entry to from spreadsheets to calorie counters.

Nintendo DS- The Impeccable Gaming device

The Nintendo DS is the advanced transportable gaming console and has revolutionized the gaming World. This gaming console has diverse excessive tech electronic video games for each genre of people. The sports fanatics can test their abilities towards their friends because it has included the more than one participant option. This gaming system comes with a diffusion of video games, this means that there is something for every person. The digital gaming gadgets are swiftly gaining momentum among The sports fanatics. They’ve diverse inbuilt consumer pleasant features to enthrall the gamers. The most exciting characteristic which includes animations and photographs are very engaging. As this system without problems receives linked to other compatible gadgets, it permits the person to experience the video games as she or he prefers. This specific system is furthermore advantageous with ultra shiny displays, three-D pix, wireless conversation and Touch display screen era.

The Nintendo DS is the transportable gaming tool, designed and synthetic by Nintendo. The included microphone can help wireless IEEE 802.eleven(WiWireless) standards. This greater feature permits the gamers to engage with each other. This gaming device has a progressive feature that allows the gamers to speak with numerous customers. The unique PictoChat facility lets in a couple of Nintendo gamers to chat and engage with one another. The display screen keyboard allows them to script their messages. The stylus that enhances the Contact screen interface will let you draw photographs alongside the texts. The maximum exhilarating four chat rooms particularly A, B, C, and D could permit the users to chat with their playmates. 16 players can without problems chat from the equal room simultaneously.

This gaming gadget weighs simply 275 gms and has a measurement of 148.7 x 84.7 x 28.9 mm. The TFT Liquid crystal display can display the video games on the decision of 256 x 192 pixels. To operate this exceedingly advanced device, 1.65 Voltage is commonly required. This gadget has a whopping 256KB memory storage capability. The fantastic battery performance pawns that the players revel in the adventurous and exciting video games for long hours without any hassle. The Nintendo DS has very durable Lithium -Ion battery and it may be charged again and again. After fours hours of charging this battery, the gamers can play their games for up to 10 long hours without any poster. But, the sturdiness of the battery lifestyles may be hampered via certain factors consisting of dual screen usage, lightening intensity and greater use of speakers. however, the use of the dual display and other features sensibly would help you to enhance the battery lifestyles. The Nintendo’s equipped firmware affords certain green features together with an alarm clock. The gamers can without problems save their required records which include names, birthdays, anniversary dates, essential dates and so forth. In it.

The present day Nintendo DS video games are similarly designed to allow multiple game enthusiasts revel in a specific sport simultaneously. The latest released video games are without problems to be had on the online shopping stores. The ultra-modern games like Ben 10, Hen Hunter, Apollo Justice, FIFA Street3 and so forth. Are designed to provide you interesting and adventurous enjoy at some stage in. the online shops allow the gamers to evaluate the features of their preferred gaming tool and avail them at less expensive quotes.

The c084d04ddacadd4b971ae3d98fecfb2a connection of Nintendo is the extraordinary unfastened online gaming service operated via the Nintendo. positive exciting games like Mario Celebration DS and Mario Kart DS could permit the players to enjoy multi-participant video games with different well matched Nintendo DS devices with the aid of the use of a recreation card. However, the game enthusiasts have to have their tool within a limited range of 100 ft from every other.

The advanced digital gaming consoles attract now not handiest the kids however additionally the skilled grown ups. Those electronic video games are improved each by the audio and video features. Those particular functions preserve the game enthusiasts engrossed in the course of the gaming procedure. numerous models with unique features keep on entering the market at ordinary periods. As this machine has positive special functions along with DVD movie playback and on-line connectivity, it enables the gamers to enhance their interactivity abilities.

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