So tell me, why should I ship Tentoo and Rose more than Ten and Rose (yes technically they're the same, but prove to me what makes tentoo and rose a bit more..special)

Oh geez the pressure!!

Okie dokie, well if you’re someone who like plain hard facts, then they’re more special because they’ve been proven by canon to be a couple. That kiiissssss!!!

But let’s forget that for just a minute.

Tentoo is the Doctor. Not kinda the Doctor. Not sorta the Doctor. He doesn’t have a copy of the Doctor’s memories. He is the Doctor. Up until the moment he siphoned off that regeneration energy, Ten and Tentoo were the same man and had the same feelings for Rose Tyler.

The only different thing is that he is now in a human body. A human body that can match life spans with Rose Tyler. Really, that is all he ever wanted. He just wanted to be a normal bloke with a normal love, but he never could, because after 900+ years, he knows that everyone leaves him one way or another.

But now! Oh, now he finally can entertain the idea that he can actually keep Rose for his forever. If she wants him, that is.

That entire beach scene is so emotional. Tentoo is such a ball of nervous, anxious energy, and while he desperately wants Rose to pick him and stay with him, he’s not going to force her. He gives her the choice. Buy saying things like “if you want” and “together” are his way of begging without begging. He is more or less giving her the facts of this new him, and hoping it’ll be enough for her to want to stay.

And we can see it in Rose’s eyes that she is attracted to the idea of the Doctor having the same life span as her, because now there will be nothing holding him back anymore. The Doctor, for self-preservation reasons, could never give himself completely to Rose. He has a universe in his care, firstly, and secondly, he knows that he’ll only have a few short decades with her (if he’s lucky), before he’s alone once more. Even if he tries to love her completely, there will always be a piece of him that reminds him that his time with Rose is slowly winding down.

But Tentoo doesn’t have all of that. The universe can politely sod off, and he is free to love Rose completely and utterly.

Tentoo and Rose are so attractive to me because of the happy endings they both get. I am sad about how Ten’s ending goes, because I love him to bits as well, and Rose does too. But she gives him the option. I have no doubt that if Ten told her he loved her, that she would’ve figured out a way so that she and both of her Doctors could stay together. But he makes the decision for her, or he at least pushes her towards he option he deems better, and I think Rose is tired of his emotional whiplash that comes with loving the Time Lord.

The thing that attracts me the most towards Tentoo and Rose is the humanness of it. They’re both human now, and they both love each other desperately, and they’ve both had to make sacrifices to get where they are, but I don’t think they would change a thing. The Doctor can finally have his forever, and who is Rose to deny him anything but a perfectly happy human life with her, and she loves him just as desperately, even though she had to let go of the Time Lord Doctor.

I hope this train of thought makes sense? I just love these two so much :’)

come talk tentoo x rose with me!!

10xRose roommate AU?

It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. Rose was going to move in with her boyfriend just as soon as Mickey saved up enough money and John was going to go on that trip around the world he had been planning for years. They met through Donna, John’s cousin and Rose’s co-worker, who made the suggestion that since they both needed a place, they get a flat together. He shrugged, she shrugged, and they moved in together.It didn’t take many days to discover that they were complete opposites. John liked to be up and about at the crack of dawn, Rose would shuffle out of bed at half-eleven if she could. He dusted things and organized the spices in the kitchen by order of height; she was lucky if her shoes and socks made it past the front door, let alone into her bedroom. He could create a culinary masterpiece from cinnamon and rice; she had the numbers memorized of all the take-out places that delivered in their area. However, oddly enough, it worked. He groused about cleaning up after her and she encouraged him to slow down and enjoy life. He dragged her out of bed to see the sunrise from the rooftop, she helped him discover the nightlife of her favorite clubs. Their rental agreement was month-to-month and for the first few, it was an awkward discussion, would they continue? Should they? What if Mickey came up with a place? What if John finally quit his job to leave? Eventually, the discussions tapered off and ceased entirely. They were settled, comfortable, happy, and if and when things needed to change, they would cross that bridge at that time. For now, they were perfectly content with how things were.Three months turned into six and then nine and still the temporary arrangement continued. People talked because that’s what people do. John and Rose ignored them. They weren’t like that; they were just friends. Rose was in a relationship with Mickey, and eventually planning on moving in with him, even if he came around less and less often. John was still saving up for his trip around the world, the one from which he wasn’t really planning on returning, even if he had sort of stopped reading brochures and visiting travel sites. And in the meantime, well, talk was cheap and the best form of entertainment and it wasn’t bothering anyone, no, really, it wasn’t.One year to the day that they got the flat was a Friday night and they decided to stay in. There was wine, there was more wine, there was chips and repeats of a show neither of them cared about, and there was snogging. Drunk, happy, lazy snogging that turned into drunk, happy, lazy shagging that turned into waking up naked on the living room floor in utter horror together. John stammered out an apology and vanished into his bedroom and Rose retreated to hers and there was complete silence.When Rose finally emerged cautiously from her room it was to discover a note from John with more apologies and the receipt from his ticket to Spain. She stared at the slips of paper in disbelief before storming into her bedroom and shoving some clothes into a suitcase. Three hours and forty-five minutes she disembarked a plane in Barcelona, marched into the airport bar, and slapped John hard across the face. He gaped up at her in silence while several people politely wondered if they needed to fetch security to take away this crazy woman. He was still sitting in complete silence when she grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and hauled him to her, kissing him hard. It took him a few heart-stopping seconds to respond, but by the time they parted, several people were not-so-politely wondering if they needed to fetch security for an entirely different reason. When they could breath again, John grinned at her, held out his hand, and whispered, “Run.” And they did. Clear around the world.