So....I felt like talking about this. For some reason.
I shift to extremes on my main fandom: Doctor Who. That's the only one that's STUCK. Others come and go but Doctor Who is always there, sulking in the background and killing various people.
But the way I react to it is RIDICULOUS.
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mrsfrankenstien gave me The Mighty Boosh, Black Books and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
( Black Books )
( The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy )
Okay, I've decided that I need to write a story where the Doctor and Rose have a child and the teacher is having a very stern chat with them. Especially because the Doctor clearly helped WAY too much on the last class project. "None of the other students' wetland displays had an actual functioning wetland." Or something. Probably something more Doctory. But I just have this image of a 'not-impressed-at-ALL' teacher in my head and it's hilarious.
Summary: 300 versions of Eight are all packed like sardines into a room together. OH WOW HOW HOT WHAT WILL HAPPEN.
Rating: Too hot to have a rating.
Disclaimer: Even Stephen Moffat couldn't get away with this.
Author's notes: I'm shocked and appalled at myself and my morals that were previously thought to exist. I DISGUST ME. HOW HORRID. YOU WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS FILTH.
I decided that instead of a dress (which I hate) I was going to wear a suit. So I wore a brown suit. Wellll, it was a girl's suit with three quarter length sleeves but I still brought my sonic screwdriver.
And then it turned out that Sean had brought his laser screwdriver so we essentially played Master Doctor all night. Also a little bit of Master/Doctor for the lulz. It was unavoidable. The Master had clearly altered the Doctor's genetic code (making him into a girl) which clearly had perverted purpose behind. I like the idea of the Doctor getting turned into a girl, looking shocked for a few seconds, then leaving and coming back changed into a girl's suit with strappy heels.
We got pictures, so I'll post those later.
Oh yeah, and at the afterparty, we invented the Sonic Screwdriver. It was really good.
And I'm going to post it here. The italics is the stuff the Diary puts in automatically and the rest is actually me. A warning: most of this was done between two and three in the morning so it may be rather bad. Or out of character. Sorry. Also, it's HUGE, so it's going to be in two posts. Spoilers for Season Two of Torchwood.
Summary: One Doctor comes to meet another one with something unconventional in mind
Rating: PG-13. Nothing actually happens but the concept might gross you out
Word count: 445
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Ten and Four. But I don't. Which is probably better for them both in the long run.
Author's notes: Leah showed me Doctor/Doctor in the first place, and this is kind of her fault, what with her saying, "There's no Four!" So, of course, like a good friend, I started to write some before she actually found some. But by then, it was too late. Apologies for potential Four OOCness. I've seen maybe two episodes.
( There are some things you have to do at least once in your life... )
S: I feel like JK Rowling. Wot with the RANDOM CAPSLOCK
Leah: MY LIFE IS A MISERY YOU CAN TELL I'M ANGRY BECAUSE MY KEYBOARD IS STUCK.ANGSTANGSTANGST LIEK THE DOCTAH
S: I'M BATMAN.MY PARENTS ARE DEAD.
L: I'M THE DOCTOR. I DON'T HAVE PARENTS. I WAS LOOOOOMED.
S: WHAT, ARE YOU DENSE? ARE YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHING? WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, I'M THE GODDAMNED BATMAN.
L: AND I'M THE GODDAMNED DOCTOR. I'M 903 YEARS OLD AND I'M GOING TO SAVE THIS CITY AND EVERYONE IN IT. ALSO, THE PLANET, PROBABLY. IT ALWAYS COMES TO THAT.
S: THIS IS NOT A GAME
L: OH, I THINK IT IS.
A DEADLY GAME.
FOR OUR LIVES.
AND IF YOU REFUSE TO PLAY IT THEN YOU'LL BE DOOMING US ALL. BE REASONABLE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, BRUCE.
S: ....I'M BATMAN
S: I CAN BREATHE IN SPACE
L: SO CAN I. RESPIRATORY BYPASS.
S: CRIMINALS ARE A COWARDLY, SUSPICIOUS LOT
S: HAVE I MENTIONED, THAT MY PARENTS ARE DEAD?
S: ...Can we stop before I run out of Bat-responses, try to think of more, and give myself terrible Frank Miller flashbacks?
I can't even count the amount of times I've jumped back in utter terror.
But this relates slightly, anyway, as I will be posting it eventually. I was up at 12 in the morning once and had a weird urge to just WRITE something. Anything. So I decided to challenge myself and make a stab at fluff. A fic just for being generally fluffy and girly and icky stuff. Which is hard for me, as when I write, I tend to either banter for 50 pages and do nothing else or (recently) have lots of action and running and plotty stuff. So I tried. But it turned itself into almost a story.
I keep telling myself that just the fact that it has anything remotely related to feelings at all makes it fluff in my books, only I'm not sure I believe myself.
Oh, and, right. It's Doctor/Rose reunion fic. Of course. But it's turning into crack. Loosely plotted crack. At least it has Doctor/Rose. Actually, it's my first time EVER writing Rose, so I'm a little leery of how it will turn out. The 2 people who read this journal will have to wait and see.