I forgot I was doing this because, frankly, I’ve run out of ridiculous faces to make.
1.) Saint James Galathee Breton shirt, Levi’s.
2.) American Apparel knit tanktop, Levi’s, Ray-Ban Wayfarers.
3.) Gap geometric print tanktop, Levi’s.
4.) Penfield via Madewell button up (bought in the company of a pretty amazing lady), Levi’s.
5.) J.Crew t-shirt, MBMJ suspenders, Levi’s, Ray-Ban Clubmasters.
6.) Gap owl print popover, Levi’s.
ONLY TWO STRIPED SHIRTS, AND ONLY ONE SHIRT FROM J.CREW: COMBO BREAKER.
Sub Nomine (Doctor/Rose AU) - Part One
Dedicated to Jamie, my fic tennis partner in crime, as a hat-tip for surviving three whole decades, and a thanks because I’ve been blessed enough to know her for a few of those. This story kinda got away from me, so it’s going to be a multi-parter. Happy birthday, my friend! I am perpetually grateful for you.
They never make it official between them. Never say the words – at the time, Rose thought what they were forging was above all that, although much later, after he was gone and her grief began to fade into a hollow sort of sorrow, the word cowardice throbbed in the secret corners of her heart.
No matter the words both of them swallow, Rose knows he respects her. She walks in the front door of TARDIS Enterprises, Inc. as an outside legal consultant, and by the end of her first day he asks her to come aboard full-time as General Counsel. Her blunt refusal doesn’t deter him; he asks again the next day, with an offhand shrug, as though he doesn’t think the universe turned on the answer.
But it does.
Everything turns on one syllable, one simple yes. Her entire life pivots, shifts, rearranges itself in relation to that big blue glass skyscraper in downtown London, and the man who serves as CEO.
He hardly looks the part – close-cropped dark hair, more military than businessman; leather jacket and jumper, more sea captain than corporate mogul. His face is a jumble of features greater than the sum of their parts, big ears and nose, and blue eyes so sharp they could pop another man’s ego at thirty paces. His demeanor is a heady mix of stoic nobility and capricious humor that sends her head spinning, her heart following right after.
Her business cards read “Rose Tyler, Executive General Counsel.”
When they are alone in the boardroom, working into the long hours of the night after everyone else has gone home, he grins and calls her his Executive General Conscience.
I never understood this. What does this mean? I understand what it literally means, and I understand the Doctor parallels, I get it. But what went into Rose Tyler adopting that sort of de facto armor? I mean, realistically, it is very hard on Earth, without a presumably magical laundering TARDIS, to wear the same outfit every day.
Does that indicate that all jumps happened on the same day? Or that maybe jumps were infrequent, and she deliberately laundered the outfit in advance of it? Did anyone bring that up to her? Like, did Mickey tease her? Or did he decide to keep his mouth shut, because of what it symbolized? Cutting his eyes and shaking his head at Jake across the room when he noticed Jake about to start up?
Did Jackie break down at the sight of this outfit, knowing what it meant — that her daughter would be risking her life to scour the cosmos for the Doctor again?
Is there something special to the outfit? Equipped with some sort of parallel universe scotchgard to help decrease void stuff like static cling? Something that would mean she had to wear it, that it quite literally became her functional uniform?
WHAT WENT INTO ROSE TYLER WEARING THE SAME OUTFIT ON ALL HER JUMPS. I NEED TO KNOW.
I especially like the first one on the second row, because Tennant ass.
Spies of Warsaw