A part time resident of this reality, I spend my spare time
wandering realities carefully crafted by talented authors or other
creative type people. (Except for when I am wandering amongst my own
flights of fancy.) I obsessively write things that I rarely share with
other people and I like to proposition people with "what if" scenarios
that are apparently sometimes amusing and sometimes terrifying.
No Doctor will ever look at Rose like that. Ever. Nine was in complete awe of that woman, completely and totally in love. That look screams of reverence, mystification, admiration, adoration and love. He’s been turned into a lovesick teenager who writes songs on loose leaf while strumming his guitar. Inside his hearts are singing out to her, aching to be in her arms.
This was truly the Doctor who fell in love.
This was also the doctor that died for love
The only Doctor born from hatred and war
And redeemed through love
So much that the thing that he chose to die for
Was love itself.
Ten was born from love
And died half-mad.
Eleven was born half-mad
And we see where he is now.
But nine was born in fire
And love is what made him finally stop burning.
well i wanted to make a comment about how absolutely in love this doctor was with Rose but now i’m just going to sob because of my feels