#allonsy10thdoctor

[intergalacticstarlight]

[ CLOSED with @allonsy10thdoctor , Continued From Here. ]

          Numb, that's what Rose had been from the moment the text had gone through.

          Numb.

          At least after she'd read it in its' entirety ten times and sat there absolutely sobbing through the first nine. Then the numbness had settled in as emotional self preservation because what choice did she have? So many different thoughts and emotions ran through her, every letter, every space between every letter, carrying the weight of five long years spent getting to know the almost-him, John, as well as possible. For her, at least, those five years had felt like hundreds- no telling how many years had gone by for the Doctor.

          Probably centuries more. Had that text even been sent recently, or was it just like everything else seemed to be these days- a ghost from her past?

          All of those thoughts and emotions and what-if's fought for dominance in her mind, unsure whether she should be elated that the signal made it through in the first place, furious that it took this long for the Doctor to come around and say that he loves her, or guilty that she was thinking of abandoning John and everything she now knew for the chance to go back.

          Once she'd gotten home from another long day of work in Torchwood, she knew her answer.

          Guilty. That's what she was. Guilty and elated and hopeful as she hid the text from John all together and made sure to only type out a reply while sitting on the edge of the tub with the water running, alone. If it worked, if it somehow made it to the Doctor in relative time and space, then that meant there was a fissure somewhere- a natural fissure, like the Doctor had theorized about and if texts could get through... what about phone calls? What about emails or video or even a full, living, breathing human being?

          [sms - sent] I love you, Doctor. I've always loved you. I miss you every day and I forgave you a long time ago.

          Once she’d hit ‘send’ she waited patiently, and after only a few moments the text said ‘delivered’ at the bottom, along with a time-and-date stamp, so that he’d know when she sent it. Now all she had to do was wait for a reply, and as she turned off the bathwater she began to smile, allowing the hope she felt ignite deep down burn to cinders anything so useless as guilt.

[doctor-donnx]

@allonsy10thdoctor || sc

It wasn't easy to find him, not when she didn't have any kind of time traveling device yet. But she had his mind, and she knew very well where to leave a message. Changing the present and the future wasn't that hard when you already knew what was going to happen.

And so, one day he showed up.

“After all this time and you still have the same old face, Doctor?” She asked from behind him. “Though to be fair I no one to talk. Just look at me.”

[pricklypearpalace-blog]

Reunited || Ten

@allonsy10thdoctor​ || Here

She nuzzled into his neck, breathing his scent deeply in. “I’m a hard on t’ track? I’ve been lookin’ fer ye fer a fair spell.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “O’ course I missed ye, ye daft man.” She murmured, her hands going into his hair as he held her. 

“How long ‘ave I been gone fer ye?”

[koscheitm]

"Doesn't it get lonely?" || @allonsy10thdoctor

The Doctor sighed and rested his head against the cool blue wood of the TARDIS. “Of course it does… Why do you think I’m always dragging humans along with me?” Turning back around to face his old friend – enemy? – he leaned his back against the TARDIS and folded his arms across his chest.

Genuine curiosity morphed into an annoyed frown at the mention of humans. Did the Doctor still not realise that his choice of companion species was what bothered him the most? He found it confusing at the most pleasant of terms, downright insulting at the worst. 

“Do you not grow tired of company that cannot truly understand you?”

[acedoutofhere]

-jumps back into tumblr rp hell-

whoops~

Just can’t let it get out of hand like my 10th doctor rp. (at some point I had ~700 followers and 50 ACTIVE multi-para rps) my GPA plummeted by like... a whole point... which is why I stopped. I miss it though, tbh...

[mahrosetyler]

Hello Lovelies!  So Tumblr has been a pain lately, so i’m just going to do a quick update of my threads statuses. Just to make sure im not waiting around for a reply that had already been done..... 

@thedoctornumber11 - 1 thread your turn. (1) @storminmywake - 2 threads (1) (2) Both your turn @allonsy10thdoctor - 1 thread your turn. (1)    @theadoptedprince - 1 thread your turn. (1) @itsjustkind - 1 thread your turn. (1) 

Just let me know if any of these are incorrect. 

- Mun 

[buddhaforesse]

ALLONS-Y!

[sad--gittarius]

When Eleven says,"Come Along, Pond", it's basically just saying "Allons-y" like Ten used to. Eleven misses being Ten

[badwolfinseattle]

[intergalacticstarlight]

“I feel like, like pudding… Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.” // allonsy10thdoctor for anyone

[ @allonsy10thdoctor - Clara says hello! ]

          Alright, so that hadn't been exactly the answer Clara'd been expecting when she asked the skinny man in pinstripes if he was okay, but... it was an answer, that was for sure. She'd been walking home from the shops, picking up a few things for the family she lived with when she'd heard the grunt of pain and hadn't thought twice about stopping to investigate. It was lucky she had, seeing as the man in front of her looked barely able to stand upright on his own.

         Following that logic, Clara moved to put an arm around him to give him some stability while she let out what hopefully sounded like a friendly chuckle. He seemed harmless enough, if not a little confused which, depending on what’d happened might just be understandable.

         "Oh-kay. Right! Pudding. Painful-.. pudding. With nerve endings. I can't say I've ever heard that before and I’ve heard some-.. weird things. And, erm, why, exactly, you feel like painful pudding with nerve endings inside?"

         Her voice was kind but strained, attempting to steer him in the direction of the nearest hospital which was still a bit of a walk. A few miles, actually, if she weren't mistaken and her ability to carry the man- or half carry him, at least -that far... well, she could but it wouldn't be comfortable for either of them. She'd likely flag down a taxi first chance she got.

[tenthdoctor-allonsy]

Who inspired you to start a ten roleplay blog?

These two PERFECT blogs:

the-tenth-will-see-you-now

allonsy10thdoctor

[kmayskaya]

ALLONS-Y! It's French. "Let's go"

The Doctor

[intergalacticstarlight]

Only Ever You [closed]

Starter for @allonsy10thdoctor - [Longer than I’d planned, but here you go!]

The small coffee shop in Versailles, France [The Stray Bean] was surprisingly bustling that day. It wasn't necessarily unusual, but for the time of day it hadn't been entirely expected and as a result, Rose Tyler found herself seated inside rather than her preferred table outside on the walk. It wasn't horrible, the shop was kept rather cool and comfortable, the staff were familiar with her and the atmosphere was calming. She'd been in Versailles for two weeks, rounding in on her third and she had about two more remaining of her little holiday.

It was a well needed holiday, well deserved after she'd been working near non-stop six days a week for the Arts Council. She'd found her passion for art after getting her A-Levels and learning a few very difficult life lessons. In her depression and anger, she had quite accidentally stumbled upon the meaning of art itself, something she hadn't understood before. The painting, the sketching, the abstract way of bringing color and shapes together to express emotions she previously had no other outlet for, it had helped.

It were those same life lessons that spurred her passion for traveling as well, funnily enough, only now she did so because she wanted to- not because she felt compelled to seek out that which had once been lost to her. The one that had gotten away. The traveling had formerly been disappointing, had left her wanting but now? Now it was a bit more fulfilling- finding herself, finding her spirit, her adventure rather than seeking something else.

The traveling helped, as the art helped and after five long years she was proud to say she was successful. She earned a good bit of money, was able to travel for work as well as taking paid time as she were doing currently, and she had gotten a few of her art pieces out on the market as well. Truthfully she was a much different woman than she had been at the young age of seventeen... but one thing had always remained the same.

Her love for him.

She poked around at her half-eaten slice of key lime pie and sighed softly. He was never far from her mind, even now. The loose thread hung as a painful, still-healing wound that she couldn't help but poke at every time she felt a bit lonely. Her fingers twirled the wedding band and engagement ring set on her left ring finger absently as she stared at the pie and lost herself in her own thoughts. The rings were fake, of course- she'd never been able to feel anything close to what she'd felt for him, for the one who got away. More like ran away. He'd been her one and only, having fallen for him hard and fast in a blaze of glory when she was only sixteen years old.

He'd been her Professor. A handsome, brilliant man in his mid-twenties and though they'd both known it was wrong, well... it had happened anyway, taking them both by surprise. They'd lasted a year, all the way through her A-Levels and upon graduation they'd decided to move in together. They'd decided to tell her mother and oh what a mistake that had been. Her mum had gone off, properly and truly gone off and afterward he'd left without even saying goodbye. He'd just vanished, his flat emptied out and no closure for Rose after. She'd spent two years after searching for him and hating her mother, but neither have provided fruitful.

She and her mother had reconciled of course, and soon after she'd found art and a job at the Art Council itself... but her heart remained in his hands, wherever he had gone. She'd ended up getting the ring set for herself to keep men at bay, finding it less awkward than having to continually turn them down for apparently no reason at all. Another sigh left her lips and she sat down her fork, no longer hungry. Perhaps she'd go shopping, or take the short forty minute journey to Paris and take in some of the art. That always made her feel better. Or perhaps she'd go back to her rental flat and create her own artwork to attempt to sell when she returned home to England.

Decided, she put her napkin back on the table and looked up to try to capture the attention of one of the staff in order to get her bill- and her heart stopped. Her mouth went dry and all at once she felt dizzy and a bit sick to her stomach, thinking that perhaps her thoughts had spurred on some sort of hallucination and that she'd finally gone mad. Her eyes wide, she sat not blinking, not breathing, not moving a single solitary muscle as she stared at him.

Him. 

He was there. Right there, standing in the doorway as though he'd never been lost in the first place.

After a few precious seconds she let out a whoosh of air that formed the one name she hadn't spoken aloud in five years. "John..."