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that one time when I cosplayed Rose tho
I knew you'd leave this blog eventually. maybe all your shitty roleplaying finally caught up with you
Anonymousthis is what I come back to…?
“1832! Fantastic year!” The Doctor shouted, slinging a lever to the side and hitting what honestly just looked like a random combination of buttons. Half the time, Rory figured he was complicating the navigation to look cool. “Fantastic?” Rory scoffed, raising an…
“Uh… no. No, I’m really not. Blimey, it’s that obvious?” He asked, cracking a smile as he let his voice return to it’s natural dialect. He leaned against the wall behind him, observing the Frenchmen that had begun to sing aloud, clinking their wine with one another. He looked back to the girl, Eponine, she’d called herself - and caught the last brief second of what looked like a very familiar expression. The same one he gave Amy his whole life before she’d even look at him.
“I’m Rory. Williams,” he smiled a bit, unsure if he was supposed to shake her hand or kiss the top of it like he’d seen in films. “I’m just looking around, actually. Visiting.” Though, the second the words left his lips, he knew that didn’t make sense. Who’d be visiting this part of France during a revolution? He cleared his throat, scratching at the back of his head nervously. “Just felt like a drink tonight,” he muttered, hoping to bluff straight through his teeth.
+redblackrevolution
“1832! Fantastic year!” The Doctor shouted, slinging a lever to the side and hitting what honestly just looked like a random combination of buttons. Half the time, Rory figured he was complicating the navigation to look cool. “Fantastic?” Rory scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t this just around the French Revolution?” The mad man looked to Rory with a gleam in his eye that made the nurse not remotely comfortable. “Precisely. No flies on the Roman, eh?”
Not ten minutes later, the Doctor and Rory stepped out of the blue double doors, clad in 19th century waistcoats. Red, for the revolution, the Doctor’d said. “I look ridiculous. And next time you take me on a trip without Amy, I’m picking the destination.”
Hours later, Rory thought he’d try and enjoy the scenery without hearing the Time Lord’s commentary on everything they passed along the streets. He ran a hand back through his hair and adjusted his belt, his eye catching a small, two-story building. A café. He could hear singing inside, and a small smile crept onto his lips. Rory knocked on the door a moment before pushing it open softly, revealing a group of boys clinking beers and humming away.
He walked over as quietly as possible to pour himself a glass, hoping he might go unnoticed and could just sit and listen to them sing. Seemed like a light enough evening.
+eponinetheunafraid
“1832! Fantastic year!” The Doctor shouted, slinging a lever to the side and hitting what honestly just looked like a random combination of buttons. Half the time, Rory figured he was complicating the navigation to look cool. “Fantastic?” Rory scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t this just after the French Revolution?” The mad man looked to Rory with a gleam in his eye that made the nurse not remotely comfortable. “Precisely. No flies on the Roman, eh?”
Not ten minutes later, the Doctor and Rory stepped out of the blue double doors, clad in 19th century coats. Red, for the revolution, the Doctor’d said. “I look ridiculous. And next time you take me on a trip without Amy, I’m picking the destination.”
Hours later, Rory thought he’d try and enjoy the scenery without hearing the Time Lord’s commentary on everything they passed along the streets. He ran a hand back through his hair and adjusted his gun belt (bloody hell, he didn’t plan on needing a gun), his eye catching a small, two-story building. He could hear singing inside, and a small smile crept onto his lips. Rory knocked on the door a moment before pushing it open softly, revealing a group of boys clinking beers, and a girl who sat to the side.
He walked over to her silently, trying to go unnoticed by the boys. He squinted his eyes shut, trying to pull out as many French terms as he could. Shame he’d taken Spanish for grade school credit. “Bonjour, mademoiselle.”
Rose: The Doctor is so amazing he shows me all these great things and helps people I love him
Martha: Wow The Doctor is so great he's really fantastic I love him he's so smart and talented and does such wonderful things
Amy: Omg The Doctor is fantastic he's so magical and charming and smart and funny and incredible and he's my best friend
Donna: You stupid alien boy omg you dumbass how are you such a skinny piece of shit you're not mating with me
Rory: It's basically another dimension. Oh, I died and turned into a Roman. That's neat. Are we dead again? Oh, nothing to worry about, been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
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so I had this dream that the Doctor took the Ponds to 19th century France and they met all the Les Miserables characters and Rory volunteered and fought with the barricade boys and watched them die in front of his eyes
so now I have this headcanon that Rory was a barricade boy
and I really want to do a thread with an Enjolras or Eponine or Marius or Courfeyrac or Grantaire or Combeferre or Gavroche or anyone omg I’m sorry
help
