“…family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.”
I wish it was this easy
THE HIPSTERS HAVE THE FORGET BUTTON!
I shouldn’t have laughed so hard.
How does this keep happening
Doctor Who is like a hipster magnet.
#My Matt Smith brings all the hipsters to the fandom #And they’re like #This gif is so deep #Damn right this gif is so deep #I could teach you #But I won’t
His amazing writing skills are probably one of the main reasons I fell for him.
Oh God. This guy, he’s just…
Loki/Rose; How Rose Found Loki After the Fall
At first, she misses him. She thinks Torchwood has perhaps sent her on another faulty mission. They said some light, green and gold, ruptured the sky, and fell like dying northern lights.
But then she sees, in the snow-covered field, a mass of black and green.
She advances towards it and sees it is a man. Rose runs, but stops meters before him. He is unconscious, maybe dead, she fears. She can see cuts scattering his face. But there is his chest heaving, struggling. She bites her lip and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.
The wind is whipping his face. She wonders if his ribs are broken, if he can even walk. Approaching him, she sees his dark hair is mussed and his eyebrows crinkled. She kneels down and shakes his shoulder.
“Hey, mate. Wake up, yeah?”
The man hisses through his teeth and sits up so abruptly Rose jumps back. “Are you okay?” she asks. The man looks up at her, pale but rosy-cheeked from the harsh cold. His eyes are bleary, but they narrow when they settle on her. He says nothing, but stares up at the sky. Lines form between his eyebrows.
Rose looks down on him, concerned. “I’m Rose,” she says. “I-we saw you fall. I’m here to help.” He says nothing. “Do you… do you speak English? ‘Cause I can—”
“Yes, I speak English,” he sneers. His breath hitches. “Is this Migard?”
“I don’t—”
“Earth, woman. Is this Earth?” He studies her. Rose flinches. For a moment, she is afraid of him. The feeling passes quickly.
“Yes, it is.” The man begins to stand shakily, and stumbles. “Are you alright?” He waves a dismissive hand but in the next step, he trips and falls to his knee, grinding his teeth so he doesn’t yelp. Rose rushes to him, and grabs his arm. “What happened?” she asks softly.
He shakes his head, his mind suddenly feeling cloudy. “I can’t—I can’t,” he says. He looks up at her.
“Where are you from?” she tries.
“I’m not…” He chokes and suddenly his voice doesn’t sound so rough. There is wetness in his eyes. She feels him go limp under her grasp.
“Okay. What’s your name?”
“Loki. Loki Odins—” he cuts off and looks confused. He shakes his head. He doesn’t want to speak, and Rose doesn’t push it. There is something in his light eyes and dark hair and pale skin, in the black leather he is wearing, and the rage and the snappy voice that hides some fear, some confusion, some lifelessness, that reminds her of a man with a northern accent she once knew.
And she knows it. She knows this man will not be an experiment, a lab rat for Torchwood, an alien specimen, caged and preserved.
“Alright, Loki,” Rose says gently, helping him up and gripping his arm. “Come with me, I’ve a car just right up there. I won’t take you to work, you’re comin’ home with me.”
He walks slowly with her, and she suspects if he were stronger, if he were not lost, he wouldn’t be so compliant. She thinks, maybe this is what it looks like to be broken.
