Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

The Breakfast Club (1985)

we’re all stories in the end. just make it a good one, eh?

I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want.

(inspired by x)

I like to think that when the Doctor (the eleventh) met the flesh, and it made a copy of him and he was doing all the testing to see if Amy could be a copy made of flesh (and him and Rory not notice the difference), his intentions were bigger… I like to think that he was kind of proving a point to himself (maybe not intentionally) that TenTwo was as good for Rose as he though he would be, because it was a copy as perfect as the flesh.

Besides, TenTwo was like when Rose first met the Doctor (a guy coming from War). So possibly he was even better for her. That thought made me accept more the end of her story.


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