doctorwho:

I always wanted to visit the Statue of Liberty. I guess she got impatient.

(Source: )

doctorwho:

In the same building on the same night.

(Source: mareluna3001)

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nopower-intheverse:

askroranicuspondicus:

Aren’t you a ray of sunshine.

Wait, who are you?

I’m called River.

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

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

doctorwho:

When don’t I?

(Source: cniehauses)

“There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget.”

(Source: dinklage)

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nopower-intheverse:

askroranicuspondicus:

Normality isn’t wrong.

It’s… safe. Safer than most of the things I’m doing these days, to be honest.

Normal is a societal construct and has no basis in fact or reason. 

Aren’t you a ray of sunshine.

Wait, who are you?

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nopower-intheverse:

askroranicuspondicus:

I’m.. not sure I like the way this is going.

So, normal conversation things- who actually are you, anyway?

Why do you want normal if it’s wrong?

Normality isn’t wrong.

It’s… safe. Safer than most of the things I’m doing these days, to be honest.

A Timey-Wimey Visit (@askroranicuspondicus)

themanwhomakespeoplebetter:

The landing in 1938 was a bit…rough for whatever reason. Temporal feedback probably. Some years were easier to land in than others.

It had been a while since the Doctor had visited New York City. Well, eight years from a linear perspective but a bit longer than that if he was going by his own personal time line. Either way, the Doctor grinned as he stepped out of the TARDIS and onto the lawn of one of the large, open grassy areas in Central Park.

Looking around and seeing the bright colors of autumn leaves and feeling a chill in the air, he ducked back into the TARDIS to grab his long, brown coat.

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.

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nopower-intheverse:

askroranicuspondicus:

nopower-intheverse:

You’re going to die. But… you’re already dead…

Well that’s… cheerful. And accurate, sadly.

Nice to meet you.

You’re a dead star we can still see…

I’m.. not sure I like the way this is going.

So, normal conversation things- who actually are you, anyway?

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nopower-intheverse:

You’re going to die. But… you’re already dead…

Well that’s… cheerful. And accurate, sadly.

Nice to meet you.

I’ll be with him. Like I should be. Me and Rory together.

(Source: obrien-posey)

Anonymous sent: Rory seriously bb, put your trousers on. I think you're exciting the Doctor too much...