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![river/rose as country western lesbians
Music played, and people sang Just for me, the church bells rang.
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river/rose as country western lesbians
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.[x]
(Source: orbitingasupernova)
themed party challenge #33 | crackships | river song and rose tyler
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She who dares to stand where I stood. - Rose Tyler & River Song
asked by nextstop—everywhere
D: bbs just make out
(Source: even-the-right-is-wrong, via orbitingasupernova)
graphic by awesomemccoolname; ficlet by angsturbatecate
“Well, if it isn’t Rose Tyler,” she says, quirking a brow and dropping her eyes to take in the rather spectacular view in front of her.
The younger woman smiles broadly. “That’s Doctor Rose Tyler to you.”
“In three weeks?” River asks knowingly. “I spy nepotism.” Rose rolls her eyes.
“More like talent and experience,” she replies. “And for me, it’s been, oh… about a year.” River steps forward and runs a hand down to Rose’s slim waist. “Still I suppose Dad did help.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s not just that. I don’t know how you do it, temporal physics.” Rose smirks at the disdain in her voice. “Never had a mind for it myself.”
“It’s a means to an end,” Rose says, leaning into River’s touch as it gets bolder, skimming the hem of the dress. “The doctorate’s just for access, really. I doubt I’ll be bringing my papers with me when I find the Doctor again.” Something flickers in River’s eyes, and for a moment Rose thinks she sees a hint of, what—worry, sadness, sympathy?
“Let’s not make tonight about him, yeah?” Rose adds after a beat of silence.
River pours her a glass of champagne and winks. ”Who needs boys when there’s girls?”
Bubbles, silk and skin the color of porcelain—and doesn’t she love it?
Write me some River/Rose, and I’ll post it here immediately.
- Cate
Katie, you know me well.
(Source: katienolongerliveshere)
She awoke on her wedding day, grinning like a fool, to her very first present already nestled in her hands.
The blue leather was soft and worn beneath her fingertips, seemingly fragile yet unfaltering in strength. Her fingernails gripped tight to the carved panels, mouth dropping open softly, the perfect ‘o’ of her lips mirroring her eyes as they widened.
She brought it closer to her, inspecting it, and the scent - a floral, deceptively sweet perfume mixed with the sharp, unforgettable essence of time itself - washed over her. It made her insides twist and a delicious shiver run up her spine. It was the very essence of memory.
As she moved to open the well-worn journal, there it was: a note, taken from the pages of the book itself, fluttered down into her lap. Rose snatched it, dropping the diary to her thighs as her trembling fingers raced to unfold the paper.
“Hello, darling.
I hope you don’t get doubles of this one. How embarassing!
Your dress looks lovely and I am certain you will, too.
Do say hello to to your husband for me.
<3”
Her very first present. And her very, very best.
(Super quick fic for an equally quick manip. I fell in love with this ship way too fast.)
(Source: redonledgers)
