I just read the memo - December 17: no more adult content.
I know this’ll probably make me sound like a pathetic horny loser of some sort, an’ fine.. maybe you’re right; however, to paraphrase something i only found b’cause o’ tumblr: “Porn is more honest than religion”. I’m not sayin’ it has to be strictly porn but there’s a lot of adult content that is very artful, very revealing, insightful, beautiful, true. This place is better than facebook b’cause of, what is in my opinion, a greater ability to be expressive online without all the facebook clutter an’ b.s. - yes, i know, i’m only referring to facebook - i’m from the 80′s, i didn’t expect the iPod touch to show up in my 20′s or everything else online that came to follow an’ it’s a shit ton t’keep up with, too much for me; i was happy with myspace, lolz :p But seriously, actually, I’m gonna quote Mouse, “the Matrix” Mouse: “Pay no attention to these hypocrites, Neo; to deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human.” Why in the hell is everyone becoming such a prude?
My account will probably be deactivated soon, an’ if that’s the case, so be it. It’s like when i’ve realised that me boss is an idiot an’ they’re gonna fire me against better reason an’ judgement, but if that’s the way they want it, than they’re not worth the trouble of workin’ for them in the first place.
If i’ve followed you or at the very least Hearted a bunch o’ your posts, i fucking love you an’ thank you for sharing. If you’re ever in the Charlotte, NC area maybe i’ll see you around - i’ll be the odd one that looks like he came out of a Tolkien novel an’ got drenched in Brother’s Grimm; i’ll likely be carrying the Lament Configuration, as always. An’ if they make a tumblr just for us weirdos, a digital Island of Misfit Toys, maybe i’ll see you all again there.
“I believe there is another world waiting for us - a better world; and I’ll be waiting for you there.” -Cloud Atlas
If, during the metacrisis, Donna turned into half doctor…
Does that mean Rose is walking around with a half Donna?
because he clearly wasn’t just part human, he was PART DONNA.
I mean, does he ever just hit her with the “OI WATCH EARTH GIRL” ???
Rose Tyler walked into another dimension with her doctor, thinking all would be well, just to get him home and realize that he was part sassy redhead temp from Chiswick who YOURE NOT MATING WITH, SUNSHINE
Also, I guess this means, in some way, the doctor is finally a ginger
Summary: A post-GITF sick-fic UA. What if Rose had come away with more than nightmares after her run-in with the clockwork droids? What if her trust in the Doctor had been so fractured that she’d been afraid to tell him? And what if that broken trust might just lead to a dangerous situation for Rose? Will the Doctor be able fix it in time? Note: Trigger warning for non-explicit DV, self-loathing, PTSD, medical emergency.
Notes: Helloooooo shiny people! I can’t believe we’re finally here- THE EPILOGUE! The very final chapter of this fic, which was written for the @doctor-rose-events classic tropes event. Thank you all for coming on this crazy ride with me- I couldn’t have done it without you and you’re all fabulous.<3 I hope this brief look at a very different future with Rose and the Doctor (I couldn’t help kicking Doomsday in the bum, repeatedly) will leave us all in a good place, and with hope going forward. There’s ALWAYS hope, and no one is broken beyond repair. To that end, I’ll be posting a non-fic chapter in the next day or two with a list of trauma, counselling and DV resources that my wonderful people around the world have sent me. Keep an eye out for that in the next few days.I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this story, and I have to give a big shoutout to everyone who has encouraged me and left comments, the ladies on Fangirlia who have listened to me whine and complain incessantly, Aintafraidanoghosts for listening to me whine on chat EVERY SINGLE DAY, and finally, @rose–nebula, without whom I could not have done this. She’s beta’d every chapter, every week, no matter what crazy time of day or night I’ve sent them, and supported me emotionally and mentally when I was ready to fling a chapter into the abyss or set it on fire. I could not have done this without you, my dear. Thank you more than I can say <3 <3 <3 All mistakes are mine, and of course all recognisable dialogue from the episode belongs to one Mr RTD. I hope you enjoy!
“Jack! Thank God. Are you in Cardiff?” Rose clutched the mobile to her ear, watching in disbelief as the Doctor smacked the TARDIS console with a mallet.
“Rosie! Yeah, Mickey and I are at headquarters. Why? Is everything OK?”
The TARDIS jolted.
“Behave!” the Doctor snapped, scowling at the console.
“Oh my…hold on Jack- Doctor, stop smacking her!” Rose snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”
“She won’t do it, Rose! She’s resisting!”
“Rose?” Jack’s tone was suddenly sharp, all semblance of relaxed chit-chat gone. “What’s going on?”
“We’re flying down the highway, chasing a taxi driven by a robot santa, that’s what’s goin’ on!”
“What? What highway? Where are you?”
“London.” Rose took over holding down various knobs from the Doctor as he inched closer to the door. “Specifically, chasin’ a woman in a weddin’ dress to Chiswick, or wherever this robot is takin’ her.” She closed her eyes and ignored Donna’s screeched “Oh, you are kidding me!” as the TARDIS scraped the road beside the taxi, the bump almost knocking Rose off her feet.
“Rose? What the hell is happening?”
“You’ve got to jump!” the Doctor shouted, almost hanging out of the doorway.
“Who’s jumping?” Jack demanded.
“It’ll take too long to explain! Look, I need you to do somethin’ for me Jack- quickly!”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to find out everything you can about a woman who’s booked to get married at St Mary’s Church in Chiswick today. Her name’s Donna.”
“Last name?”
“Dunno. Once you’ve got it from the church, I need you to run it on every system you have- find out everythin’ about her.”
“Why?”
“Because she showed up on the TARDIS while she was in mid-flight, Jack! Just appeared in the middle of the vortex!”
There was a gasp. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not kiddin’! I don’t have time to kid! I need you to do it now, Jack, please!”
“On it.” She heard Jack barking orders to someone beside him to call the church, followed by the clack of a keyboard moments later. “I’ll dig up everything I can, Rosie.”
“Thanks,” she exhaled, staring in disbelief as Donna hesitated to jump out of the taxi. “Quick as you can, Jack! There’s somethin’ weird going on here.”
“Whatever that thing is, it needs you,” the Doctor pleaded with Donna, stretching out his arm. “And whatever it needs you for, it’s not good! Now, come on!”
