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theladyjojogrant · 7 years

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Twelfth Doctor Rewatch: Mummy on the Orient Express

Where the Doctor and Clara are saying they’re not friends anymore and yet act super cute, the Doctor does a lot of flailing movements, and Clara turns into a blanket burrito.

Catch up on the rewatch!

Oh my gosh the beginning of the first track “Start the Clock” is so cool, I love it. The soundtrack for this episode is very unique and I really appreciate the direction Murray Gold went with it.

I find it ironic that Maisie yells “Help, I need a doctor!” at the beginning while her gran is dying because oh boy, you’re gonna get a Doctor that’s way more than you bargained for ma’am.

“Your train awaits, my lady.” <3 And the way he helps her out of the TARDIS. What a gentleman.

THEIR OUTFITS AHHHH

I am in love with this arrangement of “Don’t Stop Me Now,” okay? I’ve really wanted to perform it ever since I first saw this episode.

He offers her his arm and says “Shall we?” I can’t handle the cuteness omg.

“THERE’S THAT SMILE” GUYS PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS TRACK IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

This whole freaking scene at the table oh my gosh. I had to pause the episode because I had so much to say about it. The “oh, shut up” and putting her arm through his and leaning her head on his shoulder, the “I don’t hate you, I could never hate you.” And okay, HIS FACE. You have to remember, this is one of the very rare moments where we can see his face but Clara can’t. This is what he’s really feeling, not what he’s putting on as a show for Clara. He looks blown away by her saying that she doesn’t hate him, like he’s awed by it. He marvels at the human capacity to forgive. And then when she says she can’t do this anymore, he looks crushed. He knows it, but hearing her say it after this semi-reconciliation...it’s awful.

The Doctor’s little one second smile when Clara introduces him.

Clara looks so disappointed when the Doctor says “isn’t it?” like it’s the last time they’re going to see each other. They’re both so solemn and sad and UGH just be okay again.

The Doctor talking to himself in his room.

Also Clara is bored without danger lol XD

The way he almost knocks on her door and then just walks away...grrrr. I hate things like this where people just miss each other.

“The Doctor. Nosy parker.” THEN THAT SMILE (Shoutout to @dr-nosy-parker because. You know. The URL.)

THE CIGARETTE CASE FULL OF JELLY BABIES I’ll never be over it. It’s like, he looks so “mature” with the cigarette case and then jelly babies. Twelve is actually a child.

When the guy takes the jelly baby he looks at it like “??? Can I smoke this???”

I realised this time around that I’ve seen this episode so many times that I can quote almost the entire thing.

Clara saying she and the Doctor aren’t even friends anymore. Really? “He’s not my friend but he took me on a classy magic space train and we hang around each other and we walk together arm in arm” like honestly, Clara? Really?

Maisie: “Are the good times all like this?” Clara: “Now that you mention it...”

I love how Clara is the only one who actually believes she’s done hanging with the Doctor. Nobody else believes her.

“Life would be so much simpler if we liked the right people, the people we were supposed to like. But then, I guess there’d be no fairytales.” I love that line so much. It’s so true.

THE STICK INSECT AS THE DOCTOR’S CONTACT PIC ON CLARA’S PHONE I’M DEAD LOL

I know they already did the whole Agatha Christie thing with Ten and Donna but I kinda wish this would’ve actually been more like an Agatha Christie mystery. Don’t get me wrong, I like the episode, but Agatha Christie plots are just the best.

Just realised that this episode is basically a real life or death escape room.

I love how there are a crap ton of scientists in the room and literally nobody else says anything ever they just act like they’re doing stuff.

Okay but for real. This is the first episode where Clara starts becoming the Doctor. She’s following his instructions by lying and everything but she’s still becoming him anyway. She says “You’ve made me your accomplice,” and she absolutely hates it. And yet, this is what she ultimately becomes. Gosh her character development is crazy.

“Are you my mummy?” I’m so glad Jamie Mathieson couldn’t resist putting that in.

Okay but do you see how convinced Clara is that the Doctor is going to get himself out of the whole mummy thing and not die? She wasn’t even looking at the Doctor in the last few seconds, she was turned the other way listening to Perkins. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind about the Doctor saving himself.

I wanna know where they filmed this last scene, it’s really pretty with all the big white rocks and the water.

AlSO THE FACT THAT THE DOCTOR HAD TO CARRY CLARA THAT ENTIRE TIME AND WRAPPED HER IN BLANKETS AND BUILT A FIRE AND LITERALLY JUST SAT THERE WHILE SHE SLEPT. That’s commitment right there.

Love this scene with both of their backs as they’re staring out at the water with the sunset colours in the sky. So pretty.

This conversation at the end in the TARDIS. Clara’s trying to understand how the Doctor has done this for so long because she doesn’t think she can do it anymore. But her hesitance about asking the Doctor if it’s an addiction...I think it takes her a minute to voice it because she knows she’s addicted. She’s already realised that she can’t give it up. And as time goes on, her addiction gets worse until it kills her. Literally.

Oh Clara honey. No. You can’t lie to them both. Just stop now.

“Now shut up and give me some planets.” :D

THE DOCTOR’S SO FREAKING HAPPY THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND REALEST SMILE WE’VE EVER SEEN FROM TWELVE. It’s so cute. He always acts like he doesn’t care about Clara, and even in the past couple of episodes as they’ve been on rocky ground he’s seemed very stoic and unfeeling. But now we finally see, he’s so glad that she’s staying. He’s ecstatic. That smile, man, that smile.

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chasingthecosmos · 4 years

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Call Me But Love

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: T Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Tyler, Twelfth Doctor/Rose Tyler (The Doctor/Clara Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswald) Chapters: 6/40 Read on AO3 here.

“‘Oh, dear. Looks like we might have picked up an extra passenger,’ the Doctor grumbled to himself. His gaze raised to Rose’s once more and she was struck by the sheer intensity of it and the way that he managed to look at once so familiar, and yet so different from what she was used to. ‘Best find something to hold on to,’ he warned her ominously.”

A Season 8 & 9 AU centering around Rose Tyler and her newly-regenerated Doctor as they both struggle to maintain their relationship in the face of some unknown force that seems to be drawing them together. Will they be able to solve the mystery of who is pulling the strings before it’s too late?

This is a direct sequel to “By Any Other Name” and might be a bit confusing if you haven’t read that first. Tags will be updated as I go.

Returning to the Maitland house ended up being a strange and awkward experience as Rose sadly announced that she had had to break up with her landscaper/nanny boyfriend - due to his refusal to show up for Christmas dinner, no less (the Doctor scowled at her with an unamused look when she mentioned that). However, the Maitland family seemed to accept the lie that the new Doctor was Rose's visiting uncle easily enough (another detail that the Doctor didn't appreciate - he thought that he looked way too young to play her uncle) and graciously allowed him to join their holiday dinner.

The evening was so casual and easy that it made Rose nervous, but things were soon interrupted when George announced, "Oh, there was mail for you the other day, Clara!" Before she could ask the man what he was talking about, he had stood and crossed to a small pile of papers that were sitting on a nearby table, rifling through them until he suddenly retrieved a crisp, cream-colored envelope and handed it to Rose.

"Someone ... sent me mail?" Rose asked, casting her suspicious gaze from the envelope addressed to "Clara Oswald" to the Doctor and back again. He seemed to be just as surprised and confused by this new information as she was, if his deeply furrowed brow was anything to go by.

"I think it's from the school," George replied casually as he returned to his seat at the head of their small table.

"'The school'?" the Doctor repeated dubiously. "What school?"

"Coal Hill, it's where Angie and I go," Artie replied succinctly.

"Oh, no ... Don't tell me ..." Angie gasped dramatically. "You're not going to ... teach there, are you?"

"'Teach'?" Rose repeated in alarmed confusion.

"Well, we always knew that you'd get back into it eventually," George replied with a casual shrug. "You can't nanny forever, after all. You should have told us that you were interested in working at Coal Hill, though, Clara. I could have written you a recommendation or something."

"I'm ... a teacher?" Rose asked, her surprise not diminished in the least by the Maitlands's casual acceptance of this strange new information. She had never taught a subject before in her entire life - in fact, she had never nannied, either. The occasional babysitting that she had done for Tony'd descendants back in Pete's World was about as close as she had ever gotten. Did they really expect her to simply pick up a day job while the Doctor was off running around the stars without her? How was she even meant to manage a classroom full of kids when she had absolutely no training or background knowledge in the area?

When she glanced up to examine the Doctor for his input, she found that he was staring intently at the school seal that was imprinted on the envelope within her hands with an expression of dark concentration.

Doctor ...? Rose prompted him silently.

"We should, er ... we should go!" he announced suddenly, jumping from his seat and rattling the dinnerware loudly as his long legs awkwardly jostled against the dining room table.

"Go ...?" George repeated curiously. "Go where? It's Christmas!"

"Is it? Really? Blimey, it's like the holiday that never ends," the Doctor grumbled under his breath. Then, addressing the family before him once more, he added brightly, "Yes! There's, er ... something very important that I forgot to tell Clara earlier. Something that absolutely can't wait!" He was already backing away towards the door and not bothering to wait to see if Rose would join him.

"But we were going to open presents ..." Artie protested disappointedly.

"Oh, go on without me," Rose encouraged him with a bright smile. "Just save the best ones for when I get back. We won't be long, I promise!"

"You said that the last time ..." George reminded her quietly under his breath as he flashed her a look of unamusement.

"Hey, isn't that ... the TARDIS?" Angie piped up from where she stood by the dining room window, peering curiously out on the front lawn beyond.

"'Til next year!" the Doctor shouted over his shoulder as he turned without another word and ran for the door.

"We really will be right back," Rose promised with a small, apologetic smile.

George Maitland simply sighed and rolled his eyes as he began to prepare to clear the table that they had so quickly abandoned. "Alright, we'll see you then, Clara," he muttered defeatedly. "Just ... stay safe."

Rose flashed her small adoptive family a bright, excited grin as she replied, "Always!" and then immediately darted through the door after the Doctor.

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"So?" Rose asked leadingly as she finally stepped back through the TARDIS doors and found the Doctor leaning against the console with a dark, stormy expression looming behind his eyes. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about?"

"Who put that advert in the paper?" he murmured, his gaze raising to meet hers with a dark intensity that she hadn't been expecting.

"Sorry?" Rose replied in confusion as she stuttered to a halt on the opposite side of the console from him and hesitantly attempted to gauge his expression.

"Who gave you my number?" he continued insistently, raising to his full height and moving a couple of steps closer to her. "Long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer helpline, and you ended up phoning the TARDIS. Who gave you that number?"

"I ... don't know," Rose replied slowly, her brow furrowing as she thought back to the many strange instances where she and the Doctor had been forced to reunite in this universe. "Angie said that there was a woman ... A woman in a shop ..."

"Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together," the Doctor surmised, tilting his head slightly as he seemed to consider her for a moment. "How do you feel on the subject?" he added hesitantly.

Rose tilted her head to mimic his as she grinned up at him and replied, "I think she's probably got the right idea about things."

The Doctor's severe expression instantly melted into another one of his sideways, charming smiles and Rose felt her heart skip a beat within her chest as her own grin quickly widened in response.

Ever since the Doctor had finally allowed them to reestablish their telepathic connection, he had been extremely gentle and hesitant with her, as though he didn't know quite what he was allowed any more. Rose could feel him on the periphery of her thoughts now, awkwardly hovering as though he were asking permission to enter. She ducked her head to hide her blush as she silently pulled him in deeper, eager to restore the easy back-and-forth that they had shared before.

While the Doctor maintained his serious, stoic expression, Rose could feel the way that his mind seemed to sigh in relief as he tentatively relaxed into her thoughts, his weight shifting forward slightly on his feet as though he were being pulled in closer to her by some invisible force.

"Personally, I'm a little more concerned about this note from the school," Rose continued, holding up the unopened envelope between them in an attempt to focus them back on the matter at hand. "You don't really think they're offering me a teaching position, do you?"

"Well, it seems that you are a teacher, Miss. Oswald," the Doctor replied, staring down at the envelope with a strange look of apprehension on his features. "Coal Hill School ... I'm sure I've heard that name before ..." he muttered quietly under his breath.

"But ... I'm not a teacher," Rose reminded him pointedly. "So, what's this all about? Do you think it's the Bad Wolf again?"

"Could be," the Doctor muttered noncommittally.

"And ... what if it isn't?" Rose asked hesitantly. "Who could possibly have the power and ability to set all of this up?"

The Doctor stared at her for a long moment from under those fearsome, furrowed brows of his and Rose wondered, not for the first time, what it was that he seemed to be looking for so intently.

"Who would possibly have the desire to set all of this up?" he added in that growling, Scottish accent that Rose knew he was enjoying far more than he would ever admit. "Who - or what - is out there, trying to pull us together?"

"But hasn't it always been this way, though?" Rose asked hopefully, attempting to keep a positive attitude in the face of the Doctor's sour expression. "You and me - we're always being pulled together in one way or another. What if it's fate?"

The Doctor flashed her a small, rueful smile that she preferred far less than the wide, boyish grin that she knew he was capable of, but it was still better than the helpless scowl that he had been wearing ever since they had broached the subject.

"Been wandering about for over two-thousand years now, me," he reminded her gently. "I like to think that I know fate pretty well. She's never exactly been ... kind to me. In fact, I'd say that we share a bit of a strained relationship ..."

Rose flashed the Doctor a fond, teasing smile as she stepped forward and joined him at his side. If he were still his old self (any of his past reincarnations, really), she would have linked her arm with his and leaned her head against his shoulder in easy familiarity, but with the awkward tension of regeneration still settling around them, Rose didn't exactly want to test her luck. This new body of his didn't seem to be as fond of physical affection as his past selves had been, and Rose found herself struggling to grapple with this strange new shift in their relationship.

From the very first moment that she had met the Doctor in that dark basement underneath the old Henrik's store, they had been traversing the universe hand-in-hand with very little respect for personal space or modesty between them. Rose was quite happy to continue that trend into eternity, but she wasn't about to force the Doctor outside of his comfort zone - especially when he still seemed to be settling into this new body and all of its strange routines and habits.

The Doctor seemed to pick up on Rose's restless shifting at his side, however, and she was quite pleased when he slowly reached for her nearest hand and let his fingers slide against her own, linking them together as easily as they always did, no matter what bodies they both happened to be in.

"So ... what now?" Rose asked tentatively as she gently let her fingers twine with his. "First trip out with the new face, where do you want to go?"

The Doctor flashed her a pensive, serious expression that Rose couldn't quite decipher, as he replied hesitantly, "Aren't you ... tired?"

Rose screwed up her brows at him in confusion as she asked, "What do you mean?" It was a question that she had not been expecting, and she wasn't exactly sure what had prompted it.

"I mean ... I know how you humans like your sleep, and it's been about six hours since I picked you up from Vastra's house. Judging by the time of day when the TARDIS landed, that would put you at about eighteen hours with no sleep, give or take," the Doctor reminded her pointedly. "So ... aren't you tired?"

"I guess I hand't really thought about it ..." Rose muttered in reply, her expression falling further as she thought back and suddenly realized that the Doctor was right. After everything that had happened, she had quite lost track of time and her sleep schedule (or lack thereof). But going off of what little rest she had managed to grab back in nineteenth-century London, this would normally be the point in their adventures when she would be yawning and begging the Doctor to take them into the vortex for a break so that she could recuperate.

However, Rose found that she could spare very little thought for such things as she suddenly realized how touched she was by the Doctor's concern, knowing that he had a great many other things to deal with and think about that were far more important than her sleep schedule. In fact, she was surprised by the fact that he had been the one to notice and mention the fact at all. In the past, it had always fallen to Rose to remind the Doctor when a break or rest was needed, never the other way around.

"I feel fine, though," she assured him, shrugging her shoulders disinterestedly as she glanced from the unopened envelope in her hand, to the TARDIS doors, and back again. Right now, Rose was far more interested in a new adventure or mystery, whichever the Doctor chose to tackle first. She didn't know why she wasn't feeling the long hours more acutely than she was, but in that moment, she didn't exactly care.

When Rose glanced back up at the Doctor, she made sure to flash him an eager grin as she pulled against his thoughts, urging him to set aside his worry and trust her assertion that she was fine for the time being.

You really should get some sleep ... the Doctor insisted half-heartedly, even as he sighed and moved away from her so that he could round the console controls and pull the lever that would send them back into flight once more.

Rose immediately responded with a mental image of the two of them cuddled up back in their old bed together and projected an air of wistfulness into his thoughts as she teasingly replied, "I will, don't worry. But first, let's visit this 'Coal Hill School'. I'm interested to look into Miss Oswald's day-job."

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