winterwithpersephone:

What could have made GitF a good episode:

• More focus on Reinette and how she influenced the king’s decisions, not to mention how she felt about this man popping in and out of her life. In general, if she had been given an arc, rather than simply been the passive…

experimentingwithbackcombing:

He’s really excited because Pete always gets the best nibbles.  Or maybe it’s Jackie who orders the catering—he isn’t sure—but he’d rather give the credit to Pete so he doesn’t have a reason to like Jackie (even though he can think of several, he doesn’t want to add to the list).

This isn’t a Vitex event or a Torchwood soiree; it’s Rose’s birthday, and even though Rose did not ask for this kind of party (or any, for that matter), Jackie managed to trick them both into evening finery, and the party was happening all the same.

By nine-thirty Rose is bored and tired of saying thank you when party-goers she barely knows tell her they like her dress.  They say it as if she had designed it, which of course she hasn’t, and the compliments are starting to feel like a matter of form than genuine praise.

The Doctor sees her from across the room, and he wonders how she got there as they’d been standing practically skin to skin all evening, and he watches her blow her hair out of her face and shift her weight between her feet, when he decides it’s high time the birthday girl got to bed.

Granted, it was a loose definition of going to bed.

So he puts his half-empty flute of champagne on the silver trays held by one of the waiters and strides over to her side, where he whispers in her ear and her face turns very, very pink.

It’s moments later that they’re making a break for it.  Jackie is pretty well sloshed and Pete’s making an effort to tend to her, and the Doctor thinks that he might have caught his eye as they were making their getaway.

Right before they make their way out the door, the Doctor’s fingers grazing the magnificently silken material of her dress, he spots a tray of nibbles and manages to grab a few, which he promptly shoves into his pockets, you know, for later, because so much physical exertion will demand sustenance. 

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hyrenee:

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I LISTEN TO JAMES VINCENT MCMORROW SONGS AFTER HAVING A REALLY SAD ROSE/TEN DREAM I PAINT MY FEELINGS

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Juste toi et moi comme des étoiles

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