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the beast below.

A horse and a man
Above, below
One has a plan
But both must go
Mile after mile
Above, beneath
One has a smile
And one has teeth
Though the man above
Might say hello
Expect no love
From the beast below

In bed above
Or deep asleep
While greater love
Lies further deep
This dream must end
This world must know
We all depend 
On the beast below

~Poem Girl and Amy Pond, "The Beast Below"

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I'm sitting in front of my computer on a Saturday night drinking mineral water while replying to TSC project writer messages, reading The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets Nest, writing Doctor Who fanfiction, and stalking people on tumblr.

I think you get the point.

what he believes in.

You can also read this here, on my fanfiction account: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8401266/1/What_He_Believes_In

Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who. If I did Rose would still be with the Doctor, and she and Amy would be best friends.

A/N: So I guess this was born of summer-nanowrimo panic and sad, angst-y feelings. I always wondered what the Doctor saw in his room in “The God Complex” and this is what I always imagined it was. Well, this is what I hoped it was.

He found himself drawn to the door almost instantly. It had an 11 on it, so that was a given… it was like he’d told the others; when they saw their door they’d want to open it immediately.

“Who do Timelords pray to?” Amy had asked him. There were plenty of answer to that, many, many answers. But no, oh no, that wasn’t what waited for him at the other side of this door. It wasn’t what—or who—he might or might not pray to. It wasn’t that at all; it was what he believed in. The hotel preyed on peoples’ faith.

The question was what exactly the hotel had picked up from his subconscious. What did it think would shake his faith? What was it that he believed in, what could they use to manipulate his mind?

It took an eternity to reach for the doorknob and turn it, but he did. Slowly, he looked inside.

It was a normal room, like the others, but in this one stood a flaxen-haired girl, only nineteen years old. Her face, usually graced with a vibrant smile, was streaked with tears. Her jaw clenched, fighting back tears. Next to her was a tall, gangly man in a brown suit. He knew it far too well. It was his tenth self, smiling back him placidly. Still, there was so much pain in his meta-crisis’ eyes. Why was there pain?

Rose stared at him, like she wasn’t even seeing him. “I l-love you.” she gasped. It was just like that day, the one where he went to say goodbye at Bad Wolf Bay. She had believed that he would always be there with her. She promised to always hold his hand, and then he let her down and allowed her to be ripped away from him.

Words echoed in his memory, word he longed to tell Rose on the beach that day. Instead, he said, “Of course. Who else?” and softly closed the door.

Still, as he walked away, he knew the answer to Amy’s question. He would never tell her, but he knew it.

“If I believe in one thing—just one thing—I believe in her.”

dragons.

Both drawn with tutorials from here: http://alecan.deviantart.com/

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My friend, Chloe. She's got a pretty amazing voice :)

olympics.

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