Princess Bing

I’m a 19 year old Gryffindor in Starfleet Academy who aspires to be a Time Lord’s Companion, a Viper pilot, a Jedi Knight, and a Torchwood operative. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, and although I sometimes wander, I’m not lost. If Joss Whedon’s name is on it, I probably love and obsess over it. When the apocalypse breaks out, I’m going to find John Connor or Daryl Dixon. I clearly like fiction too much, but if you do too, you might like it here. Just be warned that I frequently complain about everything and have overly strong emotions about nothing important. Enjoy. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

So Say We All

January 26, 2012

lastofthetimeladies:

I just noticed that after the Time Lord Doctor leaves, when the Doctor grab’s Rose’s hand, her thumb strokes his.

This little detail is just so beautiful to me. She’s just been left in a universe she’s spent so much time trying to escape, and the person who left her is the person she loved most. He was unable to tell her he loved her, and didn’t even say goodbye.

But as upset and even slightly confused as she may be, she still has him. She realizes, in this second, that he’s probably just as confused. After all, this man whose hand has just found hers is the same man who just left her - he has the same memories, the same pain, and he needs her just as much. He needs her more, because how can a 900-year-old Time Lord suddenly be human and just cope with the fact that he probably has about 50 years left? He couldn’t handle that alone.

This moment is as comforting for the Doctor as it is for Rose. He grabs her hand, partly because he needs to feel that she’s there with him once more, and partly to show her that he’s still here. And she strokes her thumb across his for the same exact reasons, and to show him that she knows who he is, and she loves him even though he’s not “the original.”

(via -expelliarmus-)

11:47pm

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