Reinette, Madame de Pompadour
I am Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, Marquise de Pompadour. My family and friends refer to me as "Reinette". I was mistress to his royal majesty, King Louis XV, his maitress en titre. ((Independent Madame de Pompadour, both historical and Whovian. Character and player are of age. I do not rp NSFW with anyone under 18. Most of the GIFS used are my own or were made for me specifically. Don't use unless permission is given. Please read "important" before interacting))

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ilovedoctorwhobbc:

He looks so sad :/ <3 

ilovedoctorwhobbc:

He looks so sad :/ <3 

Artist: Murray Gold
Album: TV: Doctor Who: Series 1 & 2 Master Tapes (Bootleg) mp3 256
Song: The Girl In The Fireplace I - Versailles
Plays: 465

theoncominghurricane:

someone uploaded the master tapes for the doctor who series 1 and 2 unreleased music. it’s actually the real music, no DVD rips, no SFX, nothing. and it contains all the music from the girl in the fireplace and the impossible planet/the satan pit and it sounds better than i ever imagined this is all i ever wanted 

It’s here please rep the OP

hope you enjoy the sample track i uploaded as much as i did

halseyland:

CTN sketches: panniers and robe a la francaise

halseyland:

CTN sketches: panniers and robe a la francaise

Vansell knocked on the beach house door and waited for what he assumed would be Ten to answer.
letumman

letumman:

reinettemadamedepompadour:

She stopped at the sudden appearance at the door, recognizing a face of the Doctor’s, but not knowing at first which incarnation this was. She had been upstairs, cleaning the Doctor’s room while he was out of bed for the moment. The children were off, playing in the garden and likely on the beach. Most old enough now to look after themselves.

It was only Reinette in the house. She opened the door warily, certain that it was not the Interfector, but nonetheless careful.

"Hello?"

"I would say so. Happened twice actually. I do have a son. That didn’t happen by accident, although, come to think of it he really wasn’t planned either. It’s complicated stuff but there was love involved. That’s the obvious one. And do you really need to ask about the second time? I’m going to assume your memory is intact, unless someone has been meddling with it. Has someone been meddling with your memories?" He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and scanned her. He then flipped proceeded to check the readings. "Nevermind. That’s a can of worms I don’t want to open." He let the sonic fall part way from his hands and pocketed it.

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"I do know who you mean by the second time." Reinette said simply, suddenly distracted by the sonic. She flinched visibly, not wishing to be reminded of the time Tenth had wiped her memories. It was still difficult to overlook, though she imagined it was far worse for Michelle.

"It’s perhaps better if you didn’t ask about that."

inveteratimaster:

The Master gave a nod, knowing what he said stuck a cord in her but in a good way. That’s what he was hoping for. Took him a bit to formulate the proper words, but he got it eventually. “Gun range it is.” He stepped inside his TARDIS and immediately started to walk down the nearby corridor.

It was going to be a long walk to the gun range so the Master decided he would take advantage of it by addressing a recent concern of his. “Since I helped you with the whole advice thing, I’d enjoy it if you did the same for me. Rory rang me recently in tears because they’re cutting him from the arts and architecture curriculum. He’s of the age where it’s believed it’s no longer necessary to take those courses. They are aware it can help intelligence when the mind is growing, but find it becomes repetitive after so many years of teaching. They believe if the student is so inclined they should pursue it during their off time, rather than waste precious schooling hours on it.”

He pressed a button and walked through a door leading to another corridor. “Now, that seems like a fair trade, but the amount of time a time tot needs to spend on coursework makes it impossible to have much free time unless you don’t care about lower grades. They do allow those who can pass an exam to continue in the programme to the very end but the exam is designed for the student to fail. They’re given categories to produce, such as an art piece that truly is impossible to produce, a building that will surely fall down since it makes no structural sense, or a piece of music that’s impossible to play unless you have several more arms. He’s upset since he knows he’ll fail the exam.”

He turned a corner and slowed slightly to make sure Reinette didn’t fall behind. “It reminds me of the time Ten cheated this test to remain in the programme. He loved the art history side of the program and had no desire to be cut. He saw that the piece Faerie Aire and Death Waltz was on the list to play. Being the clever weasel he was he knew that song was commonly mistaken for U.N. Owen Was Her and even some of the sheet music happens to say Death Waltz. He also knew the adults grading the exam didn’t even know either song since it was from the earth, and likely chose Faerie Aire and Death Waltz simply because of the rumor that it’s impossible to play.” He shook his head. He would never bother to go to such extremes to stay in such a program. “I’m horrible at this parenting thing but I’m tempted to tell Rory to do the same thing Ten did. Should I? Or let him fail and be miserable? There is a chance these new generation time lords and ladies are more culturally aware, but I think it’s worth the risk. What do you think?”

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"I wasn’t aware your advice came with a price. However, how can I refuse such a sweet and tragic appeal? Of course I shall lend my assistance, especially for Rory." She teased him, looping her arm with his so they could walk side by side as she was accustomed. Walking through the hallways could be treacherous, given that she still was uncertain of her way. She was content to let him lead. It helped as she had never seen his gun range before, but this allowed them the chance to speak.

"It is a pity as they view the arts as a waste of an education. It would help expand the mind of the children and allow them to find more beauty in the universe than simply the scientific side."

She smiled at the Doctor’s tactic, seeing his line of thinking, or at least what she believed was his idea. She certainly could admire his ability to at least fool these teachers. It was true, most did not likely understand much of music or art. Their narrow minded view of the universe would come to Rory’s advantage.

"I believe that if you cannot win the honest way, you must out fox your opponent. If knowledge is do valued, then show them how smart you can be by running circles around them."

who-minds-supernatural:

Tenth Doctor!

who-minds-supernatural:

Tenth Doctor!

(Source: weheartit.com)


“I don’t suppose there’s any need for a Doctor anymore…”

I don’t suppose there’s any need for a Doctor anymore…

(Source: rosestylah)

Vansell knocked on the beach house door and waited for what he assumed would be Ten to answer.
letumman

letumman:

reinettemadamedepompadour:

She stopped at the sudden appearance at the door, recognizing a face of the Doctor’s, but not knowing at first which incarnation this was. She had been upstairs, cleaning the Doctor’s room while he was out of bed for the moment. The children were off, playing in the garden and likely on the beach. Most old enough now to look after themselves.

It was only Reinette in the house. She opened the door warily, certain that it was not the Interfector, but nonetheless careful.

"Hello?"

"Ahhh right!" He clapped his hands together awkwardly. "I suppose you can say that. Yeah…depends on if you mean by memories or personal experience, but sure, we can go with that." He rubbed his hands together, and nervously swayed. "Why do you wonder?"

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"I wonder because you speak as though you have personal experience." Reinette said, noticing his nervous shifts and shy smile. It was endearing to see him so flustered. "The way you speak of loving someone and how beautiful they become. It is far too poetic to be hypothetical."