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Hi everyone. I've been neglecting my journal these past few months due to having over 20 papers to write this semester, being made a shift leader at my job, and other exciting RL issues. So here, have a video demonstrating how to get rid of the Daleks for good:
Other fandom-related things I have been doing lately include buying a blue leather jacket and watching Single Father (it has David Tennant in it, it counts). I started out watching just to look for clips to put in fanvids, but I actually got caught up in the story and found I enjoyed it, up until the really weird ending. Turns out this whole story was about women using men to get pregmant. And Dave just accepts this, saying, "Oh, well, I love babies anyway so EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT." Okaaaaaay. It was also a bit surreal to see Tennant play someone who is practically the polar opposite of Ten, someone with five kids and a big house who goes around saying things like "I love babies!" with delight.
Finally, have this meme I stole from _thirty2flavors , in which I will post snippets from a few of my WIPs fics that will never see the light of day. ;)
1. “Lady Christina de Souza." His words are casual, as if they had happened to meet by chance on the street, but inside he can't help but be disappointed. So here she is, back to stealing things. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised… what else could you expect of a thief? She’d helped save the world, got set free with a flying bus, and promptly went back to her old life. Typical human.
“Doctor,” she says in a similar tone, although slightly more teasing. “I’m surprised to see you here, down in the realm of the lower mortals.”
Okay. Not exactly what he'd been expecting. “What?”
“Nothing,” she remarks, looking innocent. “Only, why would you want to hang around boring old Earth when you could be out there, exploring the universe?”
“Oh, I happen to be “hanging around,” as you so aptly put it, because someone has been stealing bits of advanced and alien tech.” He frowns at her, disapprovingly. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
Her gaze slides down to the backpack at her feet, and she smiles secretively. “Mmm, I might know a bit, at that.”
2. Sometime later, a tremor passes through the ship. Mickey looks up instantly from where he is slouching against a console. "What was that?"
"Dunno," says Rose, her heart beginning to beat rapidly. "I think..."
Without pausing to finish her thought, she runs down the corridor to where they had found the docking bay. A second ship has docked with theirs, and Rose can see someone waiting in the airlock for the cycle to finish. As Mickey trots into the room behind her, the door to the other ship slides open.
A man walks out. He's young, too young to be wearing that stiff combination of a tweed jacket and a bowtie. At least, that's what she thinks until she catches sight of his eyes. They are old, and filled with sadness.
"Hello Rose."
She closes her own eyes briefly, shutting out the proof of what has happened. She doesn't want to face this, not again. But she has no choice in the matter. Taking a slow breath, she forces herself to look at the stranger.
"Hello, Doctor," she whispers.
"Oh, hell no!" Mickey bursts out from behind her. The young Doctor shoots a glare at him and he cringes. "Sorry," he mutters, looking abashed. "I'll just..." Backing away, he flees the room.
Frowning, the Doctor turns back to her. "How long did you wait?" He asks formally. It is as if he is a stranger making conversation, and she shivers.
"About five and a half hours." Bitterness seeps into her tone as she says, "I suppose it's been a bit longer for you."
3. So this is it. The real world. This is what life is about.
She’s got a job now, a proper one, not just some temping position. It’s boring and tedious, but at least it’s a permanent position, which, as her mum reminds her every day, is more than some people can say. It’s a starting position so the pay is small and she hasn’t saved enough money to get her own place. She’s in her late thirties and still living with her mum. Well, there could be worse fates.
This isn’t exactly the life she imagined for herself. She always thought she’d find a fantastic job- never quite decided what she wanted to do, but it would be something she had a passion about and also kept the money coming steady. And as for men… she’d always dreamed that one day Mr. Right would come and sweep her off her feet. When it didn’t happen, she thought maybe if she took charge and refused to give up, she’d get someone in the end. And she did- or so she thought. Turns out the ‘take charge’ approach gives men cold feet and leaves her standing at the altar. Well, and leaves the man in an early grave thanks to a sewage accident- a fate that she can’t honestly say she regrets. So she’s sworn off men for now, become a powerful, independent, single woman- who lives with her mum. Right.
4. It’s amazing how quickly her smug smile turns into a glare. “How about promising me you’d never just leave me behind, then going back on that promise? Leaving me on that barren beach for the second time in my life? Or maybe it’s for making plans for my future without even asking me. Take your pick. I’ve got more.”
Hearts stinging now as well as his cheek, he shoots back with, “You chose your future, Rose Tyler. I simply left you to it.”
“You could have said goodbye.” He notices she doesn’t deny making a choice.
“I don’t do goodbyes.”
Her eyebrows arch curiously. “You did for Sarah Jane.”
“The walls of the universe were closing!” he sputters. “There wasn’t time!”
“You have a time machine! The one thing you should always have enough of is time!” Her voice softens, and grows wistful. “It never seems to work out that way, though.”
5. "It's just been a bit... stressful, that's all. For all our sakes, I hope we can return them to normal soon."
"Don't go taking this out on Rose," Jackie snapped. "It's not her fault. Actually, I think it's been rather nice, having a little girl around the house."
"But she's not exactly a normal little girl, is she?" Pete said wearily. "She's a child who sometimes talks like an adult and carries around a severed hand. Now tell me that doesn't sound like something straight out of a horror movie."
Jackie's only response was a scathing glare.
6. Amy stared at him. "You're saying that you're a cat."
"Well, it's not a perfect metaphor..." he said defensively.
She shook her head with impatience. "Okay. So you've got nine lives."
"Bit more than that, actually..."
"Whatever. What does any of this have to do with getting help?"
"Because the person we're getting help from is me, but from a... past life, so to speak. He'll look different, sound different, talk different, but he's me. And you need to be careful not to give away too much of his future."
"Why, what would happen if I did?"
Before the Doctor could answer her question, the two rounded a corner in the hallway, and nearly ran into a blonde girl coming from the other direction. Her eyes flew wide open and she took a step back, momentarily startled. Recovering quickly, the girl's expression turned suspicious.
"Alright," she said boldly, glaring at the trespassers. "Who are you, and what are you doing on the TARDIS?"
7. Turning away from Amelia, he faces the crack in her wall. On the other side is the Void, the opposite of reality, the neverspace. Briefly he wonders what non-existence will be like. Before he can lose his nerve, he steps though...
...and finds himself tumbling down to get a face full of sand.
It's freezing, and his mouth is full of wet sand. Non-existence is definitely not what he thought it would be. Sputtering and coughing, the Doctor manages to pull himself upright and wipe the sand out of his eyes. After a few good blinks, he is able to get a good look at his surroundings. A desolate beach, a wall of rock, the ocean pounding relentlessly at the shore. He's been here before.
"I was not EXPECTING THIS!"
No one is around to hear his outburst, which echoes off the surrounding rocks. Still, he feels that pretty much sums up his reaction to the universe right now. Or rather, the multiverse, since this is not the universe which he just brought back into existence with his noble sacrifice. He might have reconsidered if he'd known that said sacrifice would end up with him back on Bad Wolf Bay.
Okay. So I never claimed to be the best writer on the internet, and these are rough drafts, at best. Number 6 might end up being finished if I get my act together and hammer out my 20 papers first. Don't hold your breath, though. This is why I will never make a living as a writer.
Click to viewOther fandom-related things I have been doing lately include buying a blue leather jacket and watching Single Father (it has David Tennant in it, it counts). I started out watching just to look for clips to put in fanvids, but I actually got caught up in the story and found I enjoyed it, up until the really weird ending. Turns out this whole story was about women using men to get pregmant. And Dave just accepts this, saying, "Oh, well, I love babies anyway so EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT." Okaaaaaay. It was also a bit surreal to see Tennant play someone who is practically the polar opposite of Ten, someone with five kids and a big house who goes around saying things like "I love babies!" with delight.
Finally, have this meme I stole from _thirty2flavors , in which I will post snippets from a few of my WIPs fics that will never see the light of day. ;)
1. “Lady Christina de Souza." His words are casual, as if they had happened to meet by chance on the street, but inside he can't help but be disappointed. So here she is, back to stealing things. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised… what else could you expect of a thief? She’d helped save the world, got set free with a flying bus, and promptly went back to her old life. Typical human.
“Doctor,” she says in a similar tone, although slightly more teasing. “I’m surprised to see you here, down in the realm of the lower mortals.”
Okay. Not exactly what he'd been expecting. “What?”
“Nothing,” she remarks, looking innocent. “Only, why would you want to hang around boring old Earth when you could be out there, exploring the universe?”
“Oh, I happen to be “hanging around,” as you so aptly put it, because someone has been stealing bits of advanced and alien tech.” He frowns at her, disapprovingly. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
Her gaze slides down to the backpack at her feet, and she smiles secretively. “Mmm, I might know a bit, at that.”
2. Sometime later, a tremor passes through the ship. Mickey looks up instantly from where he is slouching against a console. "What was that?"
"Dunno," says Rose, her heart beginning to beat rapidly. "I think..."
Without pausing to finish her thought, she runs down the corridor to where they had found the docking bay. A second ship has docked with theirs, and Rose can see someone waiting in the airlock for the cycle to finish. As Mickey trots into the room behind her, the door to the other ship slides open.
A man walks out. He's young, too young to be wearing that stiff combination of a tweed jacket and a bowtie. At least, that's what she thinks until she catches sight of his eyes. They are old, and filled with sadness.
"Hello Rose."
She closes her own eyes briefly, shutting out the proof of what has happened. She doesn't want to face this, not again. But she has no choice in the matter. Taking a slow breath, she forces herself to look at the stranger.
"Hello, Doctor," she whispers.
"Oh, hell no!" Mickey bursts out from behind her. The young Doctor shoots a glare at him and he cringes. "Sorry," he mutters, looking abashed. "I'll just..." Backing away, he flees the room.
Frowning, the Doctor turns back to her. "How long did you wait?" He asks formally. It is as if he is a stranger making conversation, and she shivers.
"About five and a half hours." Bitterness seeps into her tone as she says, "I suppose it's been a bit longer for you."
3. So this is it. The real world. This is what life is about.
She’s got a job now, a proper one, not just some temping position. It’s boring and tedious, but at least it’s a permanent position, which, as her mum reminds her every day, is more than some people can say. It’s a starting position so the pay is small and she hasn’t saved enough money to get her own place. She’s in her late thirties and still living with her mum. Well, there could be worse fates.
This isn’t exactly the life she imagined for herself. She always thought she’d find a fantastic job- never quite decided what she wanted to do, but it would be something she had a passion about and also kept the money coming steady. And as for men… she’d always dreamed that one day Mr. Right would come and sweep her off her feet. When it didn’t happen, she thought maybe if she took charge and refused to give up, she’d get someone in the end. And she did- or so she thought. Turns out the ‘take charge’ approach gives men cold feet and leaves her standing at the altar. Well, and leaves the man in an early grave thanks to a sewage accident- a fate that she can’t honestly say she regrets. So she’s sworn off men for now, become a powerful, independent, single woman- who lives with her mum. Right.
4. It’s amazing how quickly her smug smile turns into a glare. “How about promising me you’d never just leave me behind, then going back on that promise? Leaving me on that barren beach for the second time in my life? Or maybe it’s for making plans for my future without even asking me. Take your pick. I’ve got more.”
Hearts stinging now as well as his cheek, he shoots back with, “You chose your future, Rose Tyler. I simply left you to it.”
“You could have said goodbye.” He notices she doesn’t deny making a choice.
“I don’t do goodbyes.”
Her eyebrows arch curiously. “You did for Sarah Jane.”
“The walls of the universe were closing!” he sputters. “There wasn’t time!”
“You have a time machine! The one thing you should always have enough of is time!” Her voice softens, and grows wistful. “It never seems to work out that way, though.”
5. "It's just been a bit... stressful, that's all. For all our sakes, I hope we can return them to normal soon."
"Don't go taking this out on Rose," Jackie snapped. "It's not her fault. Actually, I think it's been rather nice, having a little girl around the house."
"But she's not exactly a normal little girl, is she?" Pete said wearily. "She's a child who sometimes talks like an adult and carries around a severed hand. Now tell me that doesn't sound like something straight out of a horror movie."
Jackie's only response was a scathing glare.
6. Amy stared at him. "You're saying that you're a cat."
"Well, it's not a perfect metaphor..." he said defensively.
She shook her head with impatience. "Okay. So you've got nine lives."
"Bit more than that, actually..."
"Whatever. What does any of this have to do with getting help?"
"Because the person we're getting help from is me, but from a... past life, so to speak. He'll look different, sound different, talk different, but he's me. And you need to be careful not to give away too much of his future."
"Why, what would happen if I did?"
Before the Doctor could answer her question, the two rounded a corner in the hallway, and nearly ran into a blonde girl coming from the other direction. Her eyes flew wide open and she took a step back, momentarily startled. Recovering quickly, the girl's expression turned suspicious.
"Alright," she said boldly, glaring at the trespassers. "Who are you, and what are you doing on the TARDIS?"
7. Turning away from Amelia, he faces the crack in her wall. On the other side is the Void, the opposite of reality, the neverspace. Briefly he wonders what non-existence will be like. Before he can lose his nerve, he steps though...
...and finds himself tumbling down to get a face full of sand.
It's freezing, and his mouth is full of wet sand. Non-existence is definitely not what he thought it would be. Sputtering and coughing, the Doctor manages to pull himself upright and wipe the sand out of his eyes. After a few good blinks, he is able to get a good look at his surroundings. A desolate beach, a wall of rock, the ocean pounding relentlessly at the shore. He's been here before.
"I was not EXPECTING THIS!"
No one is around to hear his outburst, which echoes off the surrounding rocks. Still, he feels that pretty much sums up his reaction to the universe right now. Or rather, the multiverse, since this is not the universe which he just brought back into existence with his noble sacrifice. He might have reconsidered if he'd known that said sacrifice would end up with him back on Bad Wolf Bay.
Okay. So I never claimed to be the best writer on the internet, and these are rough drafts, at best. Number 6 might end up being finished if I get my act together and hammer out my 20 papers first. Don't hold your breath, though. This is why I will never make a living as a writer.