sarah531:

…I love you. (original quote: Zelda Fitzgerald)

silenceinthelibraries:

The Doctor: Why do you have to be so… human?
Rory: Because right now I’m not.

“I’m a Sagittarius. Probably.”

((hi guys!!! i am back for a bit, since the rory muse in my brain has, much like his televisual counterpart, miraculously resurrected himself. i am happy about this.))

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themanwhomakespeoplebetter:

askroranicuspondicus:

Rory slumped slightly as he realised that this was not his Doctor. Wait, since when was the Doctor his? The past was doing weird things to his brain…

“Oh, well, I guess we haven’t really met from your perspective, but, yeah…” He trailed off, not quite sure how to phrase the next part.

‘You got me and my wife trapped 80 years in our past and we are currently dependent on a shadowy governmental organisation for our living,’ didn’t quite have the correct tone, Rory felt. He didn’t blame the Doctor for this, anyway.

“Yeah, not yet… Sorry about that again,” he said, rubbing his left eye with his index finger. “Seems to be happening more than it should recently. I mean it’s highly possible given the amount of time travelling I do but…” he trailed off with a shrug.

Of course there was the possibility that they’d met before… But it was probably very complicated. He tried to remember if he’d met this man before but shook his head, a minor ache coming up as he thought.

"Time travel, right?" Rory smiled slightly, as he realised it’d been 2 months since they arrived. Two months without the TARDIS doors to welcome them onto a new planet - weird. "It’s hard enough figuring out where I’ve been, let alone the other versions of people we met on the way.”

He frowned. “Well, anyway, this is awkward.” He cast about for something to ask without risking ripping the space time continuum apart. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

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themanwhomakespeoplebetter:

askroranicuspondicus:

Rory looked up from his book - a really quite bad romance novel he’d stolen from Amy - on the sound of the TARDIS doors opening. And the man who stepped out - well, he wasn’t the Doctor.

Or at least, he wasn’t a Doctor he recognised. His Doctor had once mentioned having ‘other faces’, so Rory guessed that might be who this was. He hoped it was a future face, but somehow he doubted it. It wasn’t as if he’d been very lucky, lately.

Taking care to stay nonchalant, he got up and walked steadily up to this strange man.

He took a deep breath. “Doctor, is that you?”

He hadn’t walked very far when someone behind him said his name. Turning around, the Doctor saw someone that he didn’t recognize…at least he didn’t think they’d met before.

“Ah…yes. Hello,” he said, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to place the man. “Sorry…have we met before? I mean if you know me you might already know that things…don’t quite happen to me in the right order.” He paused. “Sorry about that.” His face did seem familiar somehow…

Rory slumped slightly as he realised that this was not his Doctor. Wait, since when was the Doctor his? The past was doing weird things to his brain…

"Oh, well, I guess we haven’t really met from your perspective, but, yeah…" He trailed off, not quite sure how to phrase the next part.

'You got me and my wife trapped 80 years in our past and we are currently dependent on a shadowy governmental organisation for our living,' didn't quite have the correct tone, Rory felt. He didn't blame the Doctor for this, anyway.

Hello Dad

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themanwhomakespeoplebetter:

askroranicuspondicus:

Rory was not settled into New York life just yet. Or, perhaps more accurately, he was not settled into 1938, which was just slightly different from his usual temporal haunts. At least Amy was there to share his confusion, although thankfully they’d been helped on the legal side by some shadowy organisation calling itself Torchwood. Weird name, really.

Anyway, currently he was walking to Central Park on a whim. They’d never really had the chance to enjoy the city when they’d arrived, what with the weeping angels and his daughter being a private detective, somehow. It was the first time he’d gone out in New York alone since he’d been zapped into the 30s, so he was feeling jumpy. He knew that an angel wasn’t really going to appear, but his brain refused to really believe that quite yet. Leaving Amy again was not something he wanted. Ever.

As he turned to he saw something he’d never thought he’d see again - the familiar blue box, standing nice as you like in the middle of a grassy lawn. Rory was apprehensive - he could swear something was off about its appearance, but - it was the Doctor, surely?

Deciding to wait around to see whether it really was the Doctor, he sat on a nearby bench and opened the paperback he had bought that morning. Not a detective novel - he wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

The Doctor stepped back out of the TARDIS, shutting the creaking doors behind him. After fixing the collar of his coat, he started walking down the path through the park past a man sitting on a bench reading a novel.

As he walked, the Doctor tried to get his bearings as to where exactly he’d landed in the park. Last time he’d been in Central Park, it hadn’t exactly been a pleasure trip. Well, it had originally been a pleasure trip but then the Daleks had shown up.

Rory looked up from his book - a really quite bad romance novel he’d stolen from Amy - on the sound of the TARDIS doors opening. And the man who stepped out - well, he wasn’t the Doctor.

Or at least, he wasn’t a Doctor he recognised. His Doctor had once mentioned having ‘other faces’, so Rory guessed that might be who this was. He hoped it was a future face, but somehow he doubted it. It wasn’t as if he’d been very lucky, lately.

Taking care to stay nonchalant, he got up and walked steadily up to this strange man.

He took a deep breath. “Doctor, is that you?”

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nopower-intheverse:

askroranicuspondicus:

…River? [He shook himself slightly. This wasn’t his daughter.]

Well, nice to be on first name terms. I’m Rory.

Wrong River, Sorry.

Yeah, I know.

S’just not the most usual name, I suppose.