i can't even with rose's face



alright this is what i need

i need a BBC ‘reality’ show based on Rose and her Doctor. think about it.


buying their first house

going on adorable & spontaneous dates 


having ridiculously cute old married couple arguments 

Christmas with the family

Rose telling The Doctor they’re expecting & he’s afraid he wont be a good Dad

but his face when he sees his wife and new baby

come on they’d be the best parents ever

uuugghhhh I… I….



Ten x Rose - Ranch AU

(I was totally humming ‘Fields of Gold’ while doing the second one.)

Delphine Got Married Pt 12

Hello all. So it feels like it’s been forever and it kind of has been. Sorry about that. Enjoy the fluff… or whatever this is… 

Originally posted by cosimacormier

“This should fit.” Cosima offered Delphine a small stack of clothes. “I usually have to roll the jeans up so… some of us weren’t graced with such an awesome growth spurt.” It was a little bit of a sore spot for her. She’d stopped growing and so had Sarah. Unfortunately for them, they were now about the same height as their mother. “Some of us are doomed to live the life of garden gnomes.”

“I think your height is perfect.” Delphine took the clothes, the chill from her still wet clothes finally having gotten to her.

“Perfect for being the shortest person in class.”

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A little drink because honestly, who isn't thirsty?
  • AFD!Velvet, stepping off of a club's stage after her set, ushering for another drink from the bartender, speaking to herself: Oh man the only way I won't look stupid and shaky on stage is if these keep coming...
  • AFD!Ruby, barging her way through a loud and crowded floor to stand in front of Velvet: Velvet! Velvet! That song was amazing, you wrote it all yourself?
  • AFD!Velvet, looking at the young red-clad girl in confusion: Uhhh...Yeah, wrote it all on my own. Did a lot of the music for it too. I'm sorry, but who are you again?
  • AFD!Ruby, awkwardly laughs and rubs the back of her head with a big smile: Oh! Right, I'm Ruby Rose, I actually live in the apartment above yours, I guess we've never really talked personally.
  • AFD!Velvet, covering her face in embarrassment with one hand and putting the other on Ruby's shoulder, speaking in a quick panic: Oh god oh god I'm soooo sorry, I should've known. I'm so sorry. I've just had a drink before every set to calm my stagefright and just. Oh goodness. Maybe they're all catching up to me.
  • AFD!Ruby, with a small laugh: Hey that's fine! I can't even imagine! But hey, I really love your music! Maybe we can jam together sometime?
  • AFD!Velvet, letting go of Ruby, her expression turning into happy surprise: You play!?
  • AFD!Ruby, with a giant smile and a thumb pointed towards her own chin: You betcha! I've been playing guitar for years, and I dabble in a few other instruments! I'm currently going to school for music! If you ever want to play just come on upstairs sometime~!
  • AFD!Velvet, taking her requested drink from a bartender, and then turns back to Ruby with a smile: Hey that sounds like a blast! I'm definitely up for it, but my next set is about to start so I've gotta jump back up on stage. We'll swap numbers after the show Ruby!
  • AFD!Ruby, stepping back and giving a prompt wave: Sounds great!!
Blaise's Adventure at Malfoy Manor
  • Blaise: *goes to Malfoy Manor*
  • Draco: Oh, Blaise, you're here. I need to tell you something.
  • Blaise: *prays to Merlin its not about a particular Gryffindor* Ok, I guess ...
  • Draco: Granger's bushy hair HIT me in the face, and she didn't even say sorry! She smelled like vanilla and books and roses and -
  • Blaise: I can't deal with this anymore. *walks into Lucius's study*
  • Lucius: Hello Mr. Zabini. Tell me, has my son's obsession with the Granger girl passed?
  • Blaise: No, sir.
  • Lucius: Good, good. *whips out Dramione apparel and "GO DRAMIONE" signs* Is Cassiopeia or Lyra a better name for a girl? How about Scorpius or Abraxas for a boy? Or how about--
  • Blaise: *face palms and gets ready to floo back home*
  • Meanwhile....
  • Draco: Blaise? Where are you? I just realized vanilla and books and roses and Hermione smell like my Amortentia.
  • Draco: BLAISE! I need your help. Where'd he go?

anonymous asked:

Your poetry is so bad, but you're pretty so at least you have that going for you.

I’m grinning! O, I lov my poetry., I think my work is so different n important, & my hart is safe inside it. I am beautiful n confident in my beauty, as a poet, as a woman, even as a prostitute, even as a junky. I hav what nobody can teach me, & I kno I will b crown’d again in my field of white roses, gold-coated n stood on god’s throat!


you’d better believe I love the movie Amelie, you’d better believe I’m dying over Miraculous Ladybug and you’d bettER FLIPPING BELIEVE THAT this IS PROBABLY MY ALL TIME FAVE FANART/PHOTOSET TO EVER EXIST!!! SO HOLY CRAP HERE WE GO grab onto your tiddies and gET READY for this freaking series that i’m DOING

Amelie au part 1/?

special thanks to @shishitsunari for bringing this crossover to my attention. It’s been a super long time since I’ve watched Amelie and I definitely needed to watch it again because of how amazing it is. so thank you.

(500) Days of Summer Sentence Starters
  • "Just because he/she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean he's/she's your soul mate."
  • "I just... I just woke up one day and I knew. "
  • "What I was never sure of with you."
  • "Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence..."
  • "There's no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be."
  • "This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story."
  • "Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?"
  • "I love how he/she makes me feel, like anything's possible, or like life is worth it."
  • "No disrespect, but um, this is total shit."
  • "What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?"
  • "Sorry, I'm sorry, I um, I quit. There's enough bullshit in the world without my help."
  • "Roses are red, violets are blue... Fuck you, whore."
  • "I think you're just remembering the good stuff."
  • "But, you know, I just... I need some consistency."
  • "I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently."
  • "I can't give you that. Nobody can."
  • "She took a giant shit on my face. Literally."
  • "Well no, not literally, that's disgusting. What's wrong with you?"
  • "You don't want to be named as anybody's girlfriend/boyfriend, and now you're someone's husband/wife?"
  • "It was - it was meant to be. And... I just kept thinking... You were right."
  • "It just wasn't me that you were right about."
  • "Just some guy she met at the gym with Brad Pitt's face and Jesus' abs."
  • "I hate this song!"
  • "What always happens. Life."
  • "I said I love The Smiths."
  • "To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die."
  • "You have good music taste."
  • "Either she's/he's an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or... shes/he's a robot."
  • "Darling, I don't know how to tell you this but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom."
  • "People don't realise this, but loneliness is underrated."
  • "You weren't wrong, you were just wrong about me."
  • "No! Don't pull that with me! This is not how you treat your friend!"
  • "Kissing in the copy room? Holding hands in IKEA? Shower sex? Come on! Friends my balls!"
  • "We've been like Sid and Nancy for months now."
  • "Let's just eat and we'll talk about it later. Mmm, that is good, I'm really glad we did this. I love these pancakes... what?"
  • "Don't go! You're still my best friend!"
  • "I've never told anybody that before."
  • "What happens if you fall in love?"
  • "Well you don't believe that, do you?"
  • "It's love. Not Santa Claus."
  • "They called me 'Anal Girl'..."

anonymous asked:

RexObi prompt: Dealing with the aftermath of Zygerria and/or the Rako Hardeen mess. (I can't decide, so I leave it in your very capable hands. )

Ficlet number one! I hope you like it nonny!

             The knock on his door happened around mid-day, on the second day of Obi-Wan having his own face and voice back. (And gods, what a good feeling that was, even if he was going to look ridiculous until his hair grew back.) It’s an actual knock; two sharp, precise raps on the metal of the door, rather than the high-pitched buzz of the door-chime.

             Pulling himself out the light meditation, Obi-Wan rose from his meditation mat, straightening his robes and reaching out into Force. The signature was immediately familiar and sparking with barely restrained tension. Pausing at the Obi-Wan sucked in a slow breath, steadying himself.

‘You’ve got to know this was coming, Kenobi. You deserve everything that happens to you from here on out.’

Bracing himself, he opened the door.

Rex was, to Obi-Wan’s surprise, dressed in civilian clothes rather than the armor or blacks the Jedi was used to seeing him in. Soft brown trousers, a deep blue shirt, and heavy boots.


The lack of armor, however, appeared to have had no effect on the man himself. Rex was standing straight and rigid, all but at attention, his chin raised and his face flatter than Obi-Wan could remember having seen in a long time. He looked every inch the soldier he was, that utter lack of emotion caused worry to swell in Obi-Wan chest.

“Rex,” Despite it all, a soft smile tugged at Obi-Wan’s lips. He tried to ignore just how much he had missed the other man, how much he wanted to close the space between them and just hold him.

“General.” Rex’s voice was almost as flat as his expression, but Obi-Wan could tell he was holding a very tight net of control over his own words, “I hope I’m not interrupting? General Skywalker gave me your address.”

The Jedi shook his head. “Of course not. Please, come in.” He stepped back, allowing the other man entrance into his tiny home.

“Thank you.”

The door slide closed with a soft hiss as Rex stepped through. He moved a few paces into the room before stopping again, as ramrod straight as he had been before. Silence stretched for a few moments, and almost guiltily, Obi-Wan allowed himself to drink in the sight.

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Obi-Wan blinked, surprised. “Of course, Rex. You-“

After the fact, Obi-Wan supposed he should not have been surprised at how quickly the man crossed over to him. He could sense the punch coming, but did nothing to stop it as Rex’s fist connected solidly with cheek. Obi-Wan stumbled back a few steps, hand flying to his face despite himself.

“Well, I suppose I deserved that,” he murmured.

“WHAT IN HELLS WHERE YOU THINKING?!” Rex bellowed, striding forwards and catching Obi-Wan’s shoulders. Emotions swirled around him like a cloud; anger, hurt, the lingering remains of grief, and a deep-set, bone-aching terror that hurt more than a punch to the face ever could.

“We thought you were dead!” Rex’s grip on Obi-Wan’s shoulders tightened to almost painful, but he stayed quiet and allowed his lover to rage. “We grieved for you! We all grieved for you! Skywalker was all but dead on his feet! The 212th was ready to go out for blood! The only thing stopping them was Cody, and the only thing stopping him was me!”

Rex’s hands tightened more and then went slack, dropping away to hang at his side. He stood in place for a moment, swaying slightly. Before Obi-Wan’s eyes, his entire posture changed, and he slumped forwards in what looked far too much like defeat for the Jedi’s comfort. Slowly, Obi-Wan reached out, sliding his hands around Rex’s waist and pulling him close. The clone went willingly, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan in a vice-like grip, and he pressed his face into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck.

“We thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.”

With a start, Obi-Wan realized that Rex was shaking, his voice rough with emotion. Guilt surged through him, and he pressed a careful kiss to the top of the blond man’s head before leading him to the small couch a few feet away, never one loosening his hold.

They sank down together onto the couch, and Rex raised his head. His eyes were still flashing with anger, but it was joined by the same grief and terror Obi-Wan had felt earlier. Loosening his grip on Obi-Wan, the captain brought his hands up cup Obi-Wan’s face, calloused thumbs stroking over the Jedi’s bare cheeks almost reverently.


Obi-Wan licked his lips, leaning into the touch he had missed like a physical ache. “I’m sorry, Rex. I’m so, so sorry.”

“That’s not an answer, dammit!” Rex snapped, but his words held less fire that before, “Tell me why Obi-Wan.”

“There was a plot. The Council thought the best option would be to send someone in undercover. But to do that, to establish the credit and cover-story needed, a Jedi had to die.”

“So you volunteered?!”

“Not…exactly…” Obi-Wan murmured, dropping his eyes, “But I was the best option.”

“The best option?!”

Obi-Wan frowned down at his hands, “Rex, Anakin and I are two of the most publically known Jedi in the order. And it is well known how close we are. His reaction-“


When Obi-Wan looked up, Rex’s face was unreadable.


“Did you stop and think about how this would affect anyone? Your men? Cody? General Skywalker was…I’ve never seen him like that before, like…” ‘Like part of his soul was gone.’


Rex leaned in, pressing his forehead to Obi-Wan’s, fine tremors still running through his hands. “Did you think about me? Do you know how many of us were left lost, without you?”

Obi-Wan swallowed hard. “Rex…I…”

“Shut up.” Rex blinked back tears he had not realized were forming. “Just…Shut up.”

The kiss he pressed to Obi-Wan’s lips was not quite gentle and more than a little desperate. Obi-Wan responded in full, sliding a hand around the back of Rex’s neck, keeping his anchored close to his own body. At some point, the tears began to slide freely down Rex’s cheeks, and that only made them both hold on all the tighter.


“General Skywalker gave me a few days leave time,” Rex murmured, some time later, as they lay curled together, Rex’s arms around Obi-Wan’s waist, Obi-Wan face pressed into the crook of Rex’s neck and shoulder.

“Mmm, really? I shall have to thank him.” Obi-Wan replied, voice heavy with sleep. Then he opened his eyes and heaved a sigh. “I suppose he is still furious with me too?” ‘Not that I blame him.’

“A bit. Cody too.”

Obi-Wan sighed again, “Well, I suppose there could be worse punishments.”

Rex snorted, “I’ll say. But Obi-Wan?”


“I know I speak for all of us when I say, I’m glad you are here and breathing for me to yell at.”


“Just don’t do it again.”

Obi-Wan squeezed his lover’s hand. “I promise, Rex. As much as I can.”

There was a long beat of silence, and then Rex sighed, twisting to kiss the other man. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, jagyc’cyar’ika. Next time, at least tell me when you plan something crazy like this, so I can follow?”

Obi-Wan found he had to swallow back a lump in his throat to respond, as he stretching up into the kiss. “I love you too. I promise.”


Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum - I love you
Jagyc’cyar’ika - Masculine for of Cyar’ika - beloved

Finding out that Rhys had known about the him and Feyre being mates for 3 FUCKING MONTHS, and had still let Feyre sleep/stay with Tamlin. And then finding out that he was willing for Feyre to marry Tamlin, even if it broke him; he only wanted her to be happy. Me:

Originally posted by i-am-bad-and-i-love-it

Originally posted by psiicopataa

Originally posted by everithing-is-fuck


Silence is the most ominous sound the Doctor ever makes.  On the slow walk back to his little blue box from the Naismith’s parlor, he’s utterly silent, unnaturally, and Wilf fills in the vacancy with anxious chatter because this kind of quiet, it’s like a pause between explosions–accentuated on either end by cacophony.  

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tapesfromtheblacklodge  asked:

omg i'm getting so emotional just thinking about rose comforting the doctor when he got taken over the entity. Especially if she comes in like right before he was about to get thrown out, when his level of fear was at its highest and just imagining her stroking his sweaty, panicked face and staring into his eyes with overwhelming pity (which she hadn't felt since the events of The Stone Rose) and then Val yelling at Rose not to touch him. I can't tell if I'm more into the episode or this au atm

It was chaos as Rose touched down, stumbling slightly. “Who are you?!” She heard someone screech. “Where did you come from?!”

She whirled around to find herself facing an angry and panicking crowd, and—


He was kneeling on the floor behind them, his back to her. He didn’t even react to the sound of her voice.

“What the hell happened?” She demanded as she tried to push through the crowd, and was grabbed and held back. “No, let me go, let go!”

Everyone was talking at once, voice echoing around the small area, and for a moment Rose couldn’t focus.

“Everyone shut up!” She shouted, and for whatever reason, they all fell silent. She looked around, zeroing in on the one person who hadn’t spoken since she’d landed — a dark-skinned woman in a suit.

“What’s your name?”

The woman stared at her for a moment, stunned. “I…Neima. My name is Neima.”

“Right. Neima. That’s a nice name. Can you tell me what’s going on, Neima?”

The woman’s voice shook slightly as she explained what had happened — how the bus had broken down and the…thing had taken over Sky, imitating all of them, before apparently moving on to the Doctor.

Rose whipped around at that, looking at the Doctor, and without another thought she shoved past the crowd, throwing off the hands that tried to grab her as she moved to his side.

“Doctor!” She dropped to his side, trying to turn his head so he could look at her, but he seemed locked in that position. “Doctor, Doctor look, it’s me.” She shifted to kneel in front of him, taking his face between her hands and moving so he was in his line of vision.

Don’t touch him!” Someone screeched. Rose ignored her.

“Look, Doctor, it’s me, I’m here, I’m going to figure out what’s going on, I’m gonna save you—”

But the woman — Sky — had begun speaking, and he was talking too, and damn if that was terrifying and creepy. Rose didn’t back off though. What was worse was the look on the Doctor’s face as he tried desperately to fight it, but he couldn’t. “Sh, it’s okay,” she assured him gently, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s okay. I’m going to figure this out. I promise—”

“Throw him out.”

Rose’s breath caught as the woman said the words — and the Doctor copied. “No!” She snarled, hopping up. She didn’t know what world they were on exactly, but she had a feeling throwing him out was bad.

And she’d be damned if she was going to let that happen.

“Get out of the way!” One of the men snapped, shoving her aside and grabbing the Doctor.

“Get rid of him,” Sky encouraged.

“Get off him!” Rose dove at the man, trying to pull him off, but he was bigger, stronger.

"Don’t!” The youngest woman shouted, looking terrified.

“Get him out!” The one who had yelled at Rose before spoke up. Rose lost her patience, kicking the big man between the legs, and he howled as he released the Doctor; the Time Lord hit the floor with a thud, and Rose knelt down next to him, trying to shield him.

“Get rid of her too!” Sky, and of course the Doctor copied. “She’s with him, she’ll try to hurt you all too!”

“No, she just got here,” the younger woman tried to argue, but a chorus of agreements (for Sky’s words) went up. And suddenly Rose was being grabbed too. Unlike the Doctor, though, she could actually fight.

“Get off, get the hell off — don’t you touch him—!”

Rose wasn’t quite sure what happened next — everyone was shouting and screaming and moving around and it was impossible to keep track — but suddenly the doors were sliding open and light was flooding the bus, and Neima was grabbing Sky, throwing herself and the other woman out of the bus. The Doctor sagged, and he and Rose were dropped to the floor as everyone tried to comprehend what had happened.

After a moment the Doctor — gasping hard — looked over at Rose.


She laughed weakly as she picked herself up, crawling over and hugging him tight.

“It is such a long story.”

(Hostess’ name borrowed from this amazing story)

(Hades) (Hekate) (Artemis) (Zeus and Hera) (Athena)

Persephone is a lovely name but it is hollow and grand and she is neither.  He calls her Rose instead, for the flowers that adorn her, for the beauty that beckons and the danger she hides next to her skin.


There was just a knock on my door, so I rose, hair stuck up everywhere, pants hanging off my butt, drool crusting on my face. I opened said door and this man had me sign for a red box and it's—I had a small warning something would come, but @mspcritterstuck, this is so amazing I can’t even say thank you enough.

A Happy Birthday After All – Ashton Imagine

I was a bit upset that I couldn’t spend tomorrow - my birthday - with my boyfriend Ashton, and some of my friends had bailed on me. Leaving me completely alone.

I got into bed hoping for a miracle. I tossed and turned for half the night trying to stop stressing.

I jumped hearing my phone buzz loudly beside me, I sighed seeing a message from my friend one that hasn’t cancelled. I opened the message;

‘Sorry Y/N I can’t come today my boyfriend wants me to come out with him.’

Great. I would be spending my birthday alone… Again.

I decided to get up since it was 8 a.m. and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I went to make myself some eggs on toast. “Would you like breakfast in bed Y/N?” I asked myself in a deep voice. “Yes thanks that would be so nice.” I replied to myself in my normal voice. I continued that for a while trying to make myself feel better.

I checked my phone seeing a message from Ashton, 'Happy Birthday Beautiful! So sad I can’t spend it with you, have a good day babe! I love you!’ I slumped onto the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. No one even cared about me.

Through my crying I heard the doorbell ring, I huffed not bothering to make myself look better. I opened the door to see three delivery men. One holding a bunch of roses, the other a teddy bear and the third a heap of balloons with Happy Birthday on them but I couldn’t see their faces. “Delivery for Y/N!” They all said, I knew the voice from anywhere… But what the hell were Calum, Luke and Michael doing here? They all lowered their things, I was right. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” They all cheered, I smiled almost attacking them with hugs. “Thanks guys.” I said wiping away my tears from before. They handed me the things which I put down on the dining table and then ran back to them. “Where’s Ash?” I asked, they all smiled and moved, lifting a box that was behind them. I heard a giggle come from inside it. The boys brought the box that clearly had my boyfriend in it, into the lounge room. As soon as they put it down I tore at the box trying to open it and when I did it just had more flowers in it. I looked down disappointed, I heard the other boys moving around the room. I jumped when a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist. “Happy Birthday beautiful.” I squealed turning around in Ashton’s arms. “Ashton!” I yelped wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I can’t believe you’re here, I love you.” I whispered against his lips. “I love you too sweetie.” Ashton whispered back, I giggled as he softly kissed my neck. “Woah, woah. Keep it PG kids.” Luke said smiling at us. Ashton and I stepped away from each other. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” Luke said hugging me. “GROUP HUG!” Michael yelled, I felt all the boys hug me. “I’m so glad you guys are here!” I said my voice muffled by their chests. “Ashton was whining too much and we heard that everyone bailed on you.” Calum said, I nodded. “Yeah but you guys are here and that’s all I want.”

“So I guess it’s a happy birthday after all?” Michael asked, I smiled nodding.

We spent the rest of the day mucking around playing stupid games, singing silly songs as maybe having too much to drink.

Even though my girlfriends had bailed on me I had my best friends and my boyfriend with me and that’s all I could ask for.

A/N: Hope you like it! :) 

~ Lucy xx