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Meh. Meh meh meh.
In an attempt to happy myself...
That tongue really won't be happy until it's somewhere on Rose, will it?
And now for a meme that's making the rounds:
That tongue really won't be happy until it's somewhere on Rose, will it?
And now for a meme that's making the rounds:
- Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you something about the story that didn't make it onto the page.
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Windows and Doors instead!
Also, I love that picture! XD HE IS SO FOCUSED ON HER HE DOESN'T SEEM TO HAVE NOTICED WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE.
Also, I MADE YOU A PRESENT.
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Windows and Doors instead!
They honeymooned in Blackpool at this horrible little hotel that Jackie arranged for them. The room was bright pink with loads of naked cupids.
Also, I love that picture! XD HE IS SO FOCUSED ON HER HE DOESN'T SEEM TO HAVE NOTICED WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE.
And the tongue is free to go unchecked! :D
Also, I MADE YOU A PRESENT.
*SMOOOOOOOCH*
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OHGOD I CAN SEE IT. AND I CAN'T UNSEE IT.
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This is why Jackie should not be allowed in the planning of ANYTHING.
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Making themselves sick on junk food and the roller coaster and then failing to have sex - I...actually could buy this for their honeymoon. :D
(And the funny thing is, they'd still think they had the best time EVER. :D)
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They might try to have sex, but the cherubs would be watching. So they'd give up and go waste pennies at the arcade. And Rose would win the Doctor something cuddly from one of those grabby machines.
And there's a dinosaur ride at Blackpool tower (or there was when I went and I'm pretty sure it traumatised me) which the Doctor would spend ages critiquing ("they're not that colour!").
I'm not thinking too much about this...
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Also, I'm already in trouble with
1) Frances for not writing Jackie fic.
2) Elrina (and others) for not writing more Fourteen-verse.
I AM NOT WRITING SEQUELS TO YOUR FICS.
SO THERE.
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(And somehow I will get you to write the plot of my Signing Up sequel. Somehow.)
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Frances needs to write a sequel to your fic, the details of which I came up with. This, if nothing else, will prove we are in fact a hive mind spread across three countries.
And I am currently part way through two sequels to Inverse Reflections. Maybe when you start writing the Fourteenth Doctor (I can't be the only one) I'll start writing your plot! :P
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Yes!
And I am currently part way through two sequels to Inverse Reflections. Maybe when you start writing the Fourteenth Doctor (I can't be the only one) I'll start writing your plot! :P
Um...he's the Fourteenth Doctor! Didn't you know? How could you miss it? All that stuff where it talks about him being half-human and there's another him in another universe? Um...
*WAVES SPARKLY JESUS!DOCTOR HOLDING A KITTEN*
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*WAVES SPARKLY JESUS!DOCTOR HOLDING A KITTEN*
*FOLDS ARMS*
You know, m'dear, I love your universe, BUT I AM NOT FALLING FOR IT.
NOT EVEN FOR THE DOCTOR CARRYING A KITTEN.
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EVENTUALLY I WILL GET SOMEONE ELSE TO WRITE THE FOURTEENTH DOCTOR. EVENTUALLY! *EVIL LAUGH*
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Oh crap, someone beat me to it!
Inertia? (my favorite one of yours)
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And in that one Team TARDIS immediately started sorting out bedrooms when they got back to the TARDIS. Jack claimed one that was centrally located. Rose got her old room back and the Doctor hovered for the longest time, pointing out how there was shampoo in the shower and her clothes were still in the closet...until Rose finally had enough and jumped him. (I actually wrote that last bit for a sequel that never got written.)
Oh, another thing that was intended but never got written was Rose discovering a photo album of the Doctor's - something different past companions had kept and updated.
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I still love the image of dorky Nine doing the head nod while dancing at that festival. :)
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*digs that part up*
Rose's eyes fluttered open at the sound of a tie sliding out of a collar. A rush of cool air hit her as the Doctor climbed into bed. She rolled over to find her now-familiar place with her head on his chest.
"Find anything?" she whispered sleepily.
"No," he replied softy.
"Mmmm." Rose absently rubbed her foot against his socked foot. She was fairly pleased to have trained him when it came to sleeping outside of the TARDIS. Probably helped that the first time they spent the night elsewhere, he'd gotten into bed with his full suit and shoes, to which Rose laughed at him until the jacket and shoes came off.
He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. She felt his fingers running through her hair, down to her neck... It was at that point Rose realized she was still rubbing at his foot, which probably was not a good idea as she had no intention of fully waking up until after a few more hours of sleep. She stopped.
"So, still getting that bad feeling about things?" she quickly asked.
"Yeah. I just know that something is off..."
Rose's mind began to wander as the Doctor talked at the problem. He was so easily distracted away from sex, which she found funny - some of the time, that was - and completely alien. In fact, if she hadn't made the first move after they'd gotten back from the parallel world, she was pretty sure they'd still be at that hand-holding stage.
"...have the feeling the TARDIS was up to something..."
He'd followed her into her room in the TARDIS that first night when she was back, babbling about her stuff and opening drawers and closet doors, playing with her hair brush. Then when he'd wandered into her adjoining bathroom and started yelling back to her about her shampoo, Rose decided she'd had enough. When he emerged from the doorway, she'd grabbed him, pressing him up against the wall, hands inside the jacket while giving him the snog of her life. It seemed like that was all he needed as then she was the one being pushed, but this time over to the bed.
"...maybe it's some sort of variable temporal loop, which would explain..."
That first time things had gone...just okay, which the Doctor seemed to know. He'd looked a bit wounded and kept talking about being really, really rusty. To which she had grinned with a, "you know, you're sounding like you think you had one shot at this." And thankfully things had gotten better - way better - in that department since that first time.
However, right now she was more interested in sleep than sex. Or problem-solving.
"...suppose I could take readings..."
Rose tapped his chest. "Shhh."
And with that his ramblings stopped, probably continuing in his mind, and Rose drifted off.
I still love the image of dorky Nine doing the head nod while dancing at that festival. :)
He makes such a good dork! :D
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"Garden Party?"
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