#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.”

[mahrosetyler]

“You’re safe now.” // allonsy10thdoctor

Send me, “You’re safe now.” for my muse’s reaction to yours saving their life. (Accepting) 

@allonsy10thdoctor

Safe. That’s what he had said. But why didn’t it feel that way? 

Rose’s ears were ringing, everything seemed to be a blur. Was the world supposed to be spinning this way? “ Doctor? I… I can’t see anything.” She reached out in the direction that she thought she heard his voice from. Panic began to set in,” Doctor, where are you. Please.” she sobbed. 

Her finger snagged onto what she assumed was his coat, pulling herself closer to him, pushing her face into his chest. 

“ Doctor-” 

[deathxproof-archive]

“So she’s just being petty.” He said, and he swore the engines grew louder for a moment in response.

The Master went silent at that response. For some reason, he didn’t expect that. He expected the Doctor prepping for a doomsday, for his future meltdown. Or telling him that he knew it wouldn’t happen. Not... well. Not something so level. He was still worried that after one strike he’d be gone. But he wasn’t sure if he could voice that, either. “... I’m not planning anything. I’m not.” He said, his own voice weak, almost akin to that of a child who was wrongfully blamed for something. “I... I just... wanted you to know. No... Tricks or plans...” he said softly, swallowing hard.

He only nodded at first when the Doctor admitted to enjoying it. He hesitated, fumbling with the sleeve of his night shirt. “I’ve enjoyed it, too. I like being here, surprisingly enough.” He said, though not long after, the Master sat up, squinting at the Doctor. “— So she is just being petty. That’s not nice of your ship.” He said, though he didn’t seem to be in a rush to move.

Really, he wouldn’t complain about this. Not really. Not properly. He liked it a bit more than he’d admit. It felt like the academy again, though both men were still skirting around any physical affections. They were just sharing a bed, even if it did feel almost like children’s’ sleepover fare. He tried to ignore that grin on his face, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Yeah. It’s a horrendous situation. The worst nights’ rest I’ve had in regenerations.” He quipped, looking back at him, still trying to hide that obvious smile.

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

The Doctor shifts slightly on the bed and onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow and peering closely at his bedpartner. “I think you may need to get your eyes checked? Because last I checked….” He glanced down the bed and wiggled his toes, which extended a slight few inches past the other’s, then looked back up to his face. “You’re the tiny one.” 

He looked the other man up and down once more and then tilted his head back and forth. “Welllllll I suppose if you want to get technical you could probably stand to lose a few more kilos than me, buuuut… Let’s just be fair and say that neither of us is tiny.”

[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?”

[everybodyelsedying]

“You saved me...” // allonsy10thdoctor because irony and fuck timelines

“I have a sort of vested interest in your surviving,” Ashildr thought she did anyhow. She’d made a point of knowing as much about the Doctor as she could no matter what face he was wearing. “It’s complicated. Hopefully I didn’t mess anything up.” 

[doctor-donnx]

⁂ // allonsy10thdoctor

Send a ⁂ for my muse to take a bullet for yours.

It was stupid, absolutely bonkers. He could regenerate, at least theoretically. Worst case scenario, he would die, but a new Doctor would come again. But her? She was just Donna, Donna the human. Useless, worthless, disposable even...

None of that mattered really, anyway. She acted out of instinct, as only a human could do. And so she interposed between the Doctor and the bullet.

She gasped. The tiny bullet went right into her chest.

“...”

And then she lost balance.

@allonsy10thdoctor

[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 

[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...

[buddhaforesse]

ALLONS-Y!

[thewereduck]

50 Days of Doctor Who: Day 46

Name a minor character that you'd like to see return.

It's too late for him now, but I wanted him to go with The Doctor so badly at the time. Jackson Lake.

I wish we could have seen more of him because it broke my heart when he discovered he wasn't really the Doctor. You have to give him credit for being clever. Tethered Arial Release Developed In Style. But just think of how great it would be to see another adventure with him really getting to live it for once! Oh the shenanigans! 

[prettyvanlis]

[sad--gittarius]

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

[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.

[badwolfinseattle]