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Shoot me.
Apparently I'm in a beyond-fluffy mood today. Possibly a reaction to Rome. And I very well might need some mocking to talk me down from it. Like...I'm in cotton candy fluff land. The pink kind.
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manticoran. She gets all my emails about "Help!! I've gone schmoopy!! Here's what the Doctor and Rose are doing in my brain right now! ACK!" To which I'm thinking she mildly wiggs out and then is quite thankful we live on opposite sides of the country. I'm pretty sure the crazy gets diffused over distance. Slightly.
I really need to get down the Nine/Rose fic in my head, because while it's pure fluff, the fluff will not instantly strike down children and furry animals, like what Ten and Rose are doing right now.
Me: Oh, goddammit. This is NOT happening.
Doctor: What? Kid!fic's not too bad. At least it's not baby!fic.
Rose: I'd like to request a quick and painless delivery, please. You know, in the past.
Doctor: Oh, that'd be nice.
Me: NononononononoNO.
Rose: What, you want me to have 24 hours of labor?
Doctor: That's just mean. Besides, I'm fairly certain that painful childbirth was eliminated by the 26th century.
Me: Shut up shut up shut up!
Rose: Hey, maybe we can have a kid *and* I can be pregnant again!
Doctor: Hooray!!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *RUNS*
Doctor: Bugger. She took off before I could tell her I wanted my own feety pajamas as well.
Rose: *blinks*
Poor
manticoran. She gets all my emails about "Help!! I've gone schmoopy!! Here's what the Doctor and Rose are doing in my brain right now! ACK!" To which I'm thinking she mildly wiggs out and then is quite thankful we live on opposite sides of the country. I'm pretty sure the crazy gets diffused over distance. Slightly.I really need to get down the Nine/Rose fic in my head, because while it's pure fluff, the fluff will not instantly strike down children and furry animals, like what Ten and Rose are doing right now.
Me: Oh, goddammit. This is NOT happening.
Doctor: What? Kid!fic's not too bad. At least it's not baby!fic.
Rose: I'd like to request a quick and painless delivery, please. You know, in the past.
Doctor: Oh, that'd be nice.
Me: NononononononoNO.
Rose: What, you want me to have 24 hours of labor?
Doctor: That's just mean. Besides, I'm fairly certain that painful childbirth was eliminated by the 26th century.
Me: Shut up shut up shut up!
Rose: Hey, maybe we can have a kid *and* I can be pregnant again!
Doctor: Hooray!!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *RUNS*
Doctor: Bugger. She took off before I could tell her I wanted my own feety pajamas as well.
Rose: *blinks*
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Would they be pinstriped as well? Because they totally should be. And he needs a teddy or some other stuffed thing to complete the look. Then Rose can tuck all the children on the TARDIS in at night. *nods*
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Doctor: Bugger. She took off before I could tell her I wanted my own feety pajamas as well.
Or the kind with the flap in the butt!
Oh, God, I really said that, didn't I? [slinks away]
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It totally would be tucking in all the kids in the TARDIS. :D All the whining about needing a drink and then wanting more hugs and then trying to sneak out of bed to go play but would only stay if there were more hugs. Until finally Rose would tell the Doctor to shut the hell up already since she needed to put the kids to bed.
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That's totally it!!
Or the kind with the flap in the butt!
Oh, God, I really said that, didn't I? [slinks away]
Yes, I think you really said that... :D
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*has flashbacks to Mork & Mindy*
Doctor: ROSE! It's pink! The stick turned pink!
Rose: Wha?
Doctor: I'M PREGNANT!!
Rose: What the HELL?!
Doctor: Oh fine! I thought you'd be happy! But no! *sobs*
Rose: ... What the HELL?!
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Rose: What the HELL?!
Doctor: Oh fine! I thought you'd be happy! But no! *sobs*
Rose: ... What the HELL?!
Finally, the REAL reason for the Doctor's asexuality! [falls over giggling]
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But the thing is, Ten/Rose babies would be the most adorable and angelic children ever. At least, to the untrained eye. In their spare time, you know they would run around blowing things up and solving complex equations.
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Also, I think kiddy!fic might cause holes in the ozone layer.
But the thing is, Ten/Rose babies would be the most adorable and angelic children ever. At least, to the untrained eye. In their spare time, you know they would run around blowing things up and solving complex equations.
Uh huh. And much wandering off and being jeapordy friendly. Not sure the universe is ready for that...
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And do you know how hard it is to find a maternity suit? Especially one in brown with blue pinstripes?
[can feel the crack!fic invading her brain]
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(mwah.)
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Heh!
Rose: Your child just tore another hole in the fabric of reality.
Doctor: *proudly* Awww! I knew it'd get good use out of that chemistry kit.
Rose: *not amused* A hole which is trying to EAT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.
Doctor: Beginner's mistake. We'll just pop right over, and close it up. No harm done!
Rose: *waits*
Doctor: Um, which direction did our progeny wander off in, again?
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And he'd probably crave something like engine oil while pregnant.
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Which really isn't that different from how he is normally. Well, 'normally' meaning 'when Rose is there'.
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Rose: *shooing him away from the console and into the captain's chair* You know you're supposed to stay off your feet.
Doctor: *pouts, pulls large packet of yarn and needles out of one of his pockets* [very quiet] Okay.
Rose: *walking around the console, methodically reading from a book cobbled together by the Doctor. More sort of a glued-together collection of Post-Its, to be honest* Okay, I think we've got that set. Voralax 6, land of the lutefisk.
Doctor: *beams happily* Thank you, sweetheart. I don't know why, I'm just craving lye-cured fish reconstituted in mint sauce. With a side of maple syrup.
Rose: *mumbles* Just so long as you don't expect me to eat any of it.
Doctor: What was that?
Rose: *smiling sweetly* At least it's not injera-strawberry cream cheese sandwiches this time.
Doctor: *stomach rumbles* Ooh, there's a thought: doro wat topped with lingonberry preserves!
Rose: *looks over at the tummy sounds, sees the frankly ginormous and very oddly-shaped object the Doctor is working on* What the hell are you knitting anyway?
Doctor: *beams* It's a console cozy!
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*gets to 'console cozy' and FALLS OVER*
BWAH!!
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BTW-did you get my funny story e-mail?
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*watches as my brain takes up permanent residence in the gutter*
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But see, I need people that will mock me when I'm like this, to guilt me into NOT writing it.
Maybe I just need to make some sort of fic sock that will become the sappiest D/R writer EVER. 20 pages of "I wuv YOU more!" and quintupletes. And then the fic sock and I can do battle over...something. Turtles, perhaps. And then because of the turtle battle I SHALL RULE ALL OF DW FANDOM! At least, that's my understanding of the msscribe thing...
BTW-did you get my funny story e-mail?
I did! Mwah. Hmm. Thought I responded to that.
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Aww, he will never get his pajamas now. *pets*
...You know, unless you give in and write fic. ;)
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“We don’t have a sitter,” Rose pointed out.
“Oh, come on, there must be somebody. What’s your mother doing?”
“Committee meeting for the Harriet Jones re-elecction campaign."
“Okay, how about Sarah Jane?”
“Off covering a story. And the Torchwood lot are on a team building weekend.”
The Doctor looked grumpy. “What if something nasty comes through the Rift?”
Rose shrugged. “I suppose they just hope there’ll be a stray Time Lord hanging around. Bit irresponsible, really.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t leave him with the TARDIS?” asked the Doctor, hopefully.
“Not after last time. She lets him get away with murder. You’re the one who moaned about sticky marks on the console . Anyway, he’s worked out how to reach the randomizer now. I think he does it with his foot. Don’t know where he’s got that from.”
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