pinkandyellow: (Smile - Short Hair - Casual - Happy)
Separation/Reunion Meme. Considering Rose has been a little inactive, lately, I figure it's a fitting one to try and bring her back with! =D
pinkandyellow: (Depressed Sadness)
 She lost track of how much time passed, and not just because she was in a time machine. Some days, it felt like years, like she'd been passed it all and moved on but still carried the grief like a widow. Some days, it felt fresh and sharp, like it was only yesterday, last week, some time recent. She couldn't tell. She didn't ask, she didn't want to know. 

She told the Doctor, mostly. Told her story just as he told his, and he seemed to understand. Seemed to know, with a wisdom she always underestimated in him. A thousand years of life, a hundred companions and friends, people who loved him and loved others. He seemed to respect her even more for it, if that was possible, didn't judge her, silently encouraged her. Took it in the same stride he took everything else about her, as though she could do no wrong. 

She appreciated him more than she'd ever tell him.

They traveled. He took her gentle places at first, and when he realized it was the running that freed her, if only temporarily, he took her to planets that needed saving. What frightened her, though, was the fact that she wasn't doing it to save them. Not now. 

They didn't stop to examine their relationship, just as they never had. She didn't ask, he didn't offer. They picked back up as though she'd never even been gone, with grins and tea and understanding, and they just... worked. Together, as mates, and nothing more. He would probably be accepting, if she made any move to advance things, but she never did, and he didn't mind. Asexual, and an alien. 

Now, though, was one of those down-times in between planetary distraction. He was working beneath the console, and she was sitting, quietly. Watching. Not thinking, just... sitting, listening to the TARDIS sing in her mind, and just... breathing. 

pinkandyellow: (So Not Amused)
 Injured Meme!
pinkandyellow: (Shy Cute Smile)
 The 'fuck this I just want to play' meme.

The 'hardest thing to say' meme.

Seven Minutes in Heaven meme.
pinkandyellow: (Default)
In the event of total LiveJournal collapse, this Rose has an account on Dreamwidth as pinkandyellow so feel free to add that, drop me a line, anything of the sort. All entries will be regularly imported to make the transition as seamless as possible if it should come down to that.

It's horrendously, horrendously unlikely, but it never hurts to be prepared. 

So. Good.

Dec. 12th, 2011 05:21 pm
pinkandyellow: (Master - Over Shoulder - Serious)
This is the best thread of all time. Zombie!Ten? Rose and Master bonding? Shotguns and wild dogs? It's got it all.

Featuring [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger and [livejournal.com profile] best_served_hot
pinkandyellow: (Awe)

Action Film Quiet Drama Scene Meme.

Quite a mouthful for a meme title. 

pinkandyellow: (Bad news - Badwolfbay - Listening)
Rose finds a rather strange guy on a beach.

Yeah, turns out he's an angel.

Mind = Blown.

With [livejournal.com profile] rebelledforyou
pinkandyellow: (fond of this plant right here)
The Random Scenario Meme! 

Completely and totally open. 
pinkandyellow: (bitch I do not have cankles)
It took three weeks to get to that beach, ten minutes to get a broken heart, five and a half hours to leave, three more weeks to get back home, and another month before she bothered to leave her bedroom. Two weeks after that she had an identity established, and started training at Torchwood. Sixteen days and she was a certified field agent. A year, and she was leading her own team, with five people working under her.

Nearly a year and a half, but she was going relatively strong. Running on her own two legs, going around the pub for football matches, visiting her mum and dad, her new baby brother. At some point, she'd started having a life. A real, proper, linear day-to-day life that wasn't as miserable as she'd probably have assumed. It wasn't the same, granted. It still felt like she was missing half of herself, like she was stuck, trapped, pressed against the other side of the wall, but she was Rose Tyler. He asked her to have a fantastic life, and she would.

And she did. Sort of. Even if roughly 89% of it was centered around work. She ate work, slept work, showered work, worked work. She had her hand in the building of a dimension canon, a multiuniversal telepathy field, and a rift projector. No telling how likely any of the three devices were to actually work at any point in the future, but it kept her busy. When she wasn't overseeing the pet projects, she was running for her life in the field.

Which was exactly what she was doing today. There was a signal being projected from the heart of London, and she was in the process of tracing it. Apparently, it was leading her to some rubbish sub-basement, because it was dark, and cold, and full of useless boxed items that would probably never see the light of day. She just carried on, observing the feedback from her handheld monitoring devices.
pinkandyellow: (Eleven - Back to Back)
With [livejournal.com profile] screwythingy

While dimension-hopping, Rose is overshot by a bit and runs into Eleven, immediately post regeneration, suffering from amnesia
pinkandyellow: (Default)
Memes - all open.

The Intimacy Meme 

The Mix Tape Meme - Which songs remind you of Rose?

The Hurt/Comfort Meme

Hardest Thing to Say Meme

All are open and backtagging is okay.
pinkandyellow: (shy cute smile)
Rose has an open post in [livejournal.com profile] the_love_hotel if anybody is interested. Not necessarily smut, but encouraged, and not counted toward her canon. Just for the fun of it, and inspired by a bit of IC dancing the other night.
pinkandyellow: (Somehow this is more likely to be Liam)
1. How it began
2. First day out. Rose goes for candyfloss.

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