otp:-oh-she-knows

Sometimes I just think about the look on the Doctor’s face and the way he runs so fast–as fast as he can, even faster than that– when he sees Rose.

And then I think about the look on his face after he gets shot down by the stupid Dalek and the way he says her name. And my heart canNOT deal with it.

He is so happy to see her even though he’s dying. She’s all that matters It’s just a beautiful sort of happy aching swell of rainbows in my heart that crashes and explodes in my chest and kills me at the same time.

I could spend forever staring at his face.