doctor who movie posters

Source: http://the-shade-of-sonic-lipstick.tumblr.com/

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"

personal.

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/

skinny love.

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

olympics.

This is the reason why I love tumblr so much. You can find the most amazing things there.

love knows no limits.

hero.

This is very important: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vk8nBBvjZ-M&feature=related

No one should ever feel like they're not as important as everyone else. No one should have to hurt themselves to escape the pain of their life. No one should ever think that death is the better option.

pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town

By: E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men (both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then) they

said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stopped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noon and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes

Women and men (both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

stars moon sun rain

two people hugging a wall...

... that's all I used to see when I would go on tumblr and run across this, or gifs of that scene. It was just two very sad-looking people, both of them hugging a wall. The girl way crying and makeup was all over her face. The man looked pretty upset too, but I had no idea why and didn't particularly care.

That is, until I started to watch Doctor Who.

I loved Nine, and Ten. What really struck me about both of them was that they were so alive, so happy when they were around Rose. She was a sweetheart, too; I remember my sister and I used to joke that with Nine she was the comforter, since he wasn't too keen on emotional, crying people being near him. It was always Rose who held those who were crying, or tried to defend those that didn't have much of a voice. She even stopped him from killing a Dalek, one that she'd unintentionally given human emotions.

Ten was definitely a happier and more carefree Doctor, probably because of Rose and how she helped Nine. I think if I had to choose between the two Doctors (and I'm very hesitant at the idea) I'd say he's my favorite. The way he and Rose smiled at each other, how he would always hold her hand... but I'm going off on a tangent, and to be fair, Nine did all those same things.

My point is that Rose and Ten had such a close relationship, probably stronger than one between a lot of TV couples that are actually dating. I loved how they both understood how the other thought, and they could calm each other down when there was danger that seemed inescapable. Those little moments, like in "The Impossible Planet" when Rose suggested she and the Doctor might share a house, or how in "The Idiot's Lantern" the Doctor lifted Rose off her feet and spun her around because he was so happy to see that she was okay. Seems like the two of them were always hugging, or laughing about something.

"Army Of Ghosts" was bad, mostly because it began with Rose saying it was the story of how she died. I'd known, from a friend telling me, that she eventually left Ten, but I had never imagined it would be death. I got teary when she said that, and kept hyperventilating every time she was in danger. I prayed the Ten would stay by her side the entire time and keep her safe.

Finally came "Doomsday" and I remember that I kept telling myself she was still fine, and she would stay that way. Jackie and Pete were reunited, Rose was with the Doctor again; what could possibly go wrong?

When they were pulling the levers that would destroy the Daleks and Cybermen I started to get it. There was a white wall, and I thought that Rose would be pulled through to the other side. I remember starting to cry because I was so sure she would really be dead. When her father saved her I wasn't sure if I should be happy or cry harder.

It was then that I finally got the picture, the many ones I'd seen on tumblr. The heartbreaking music, Rose crying and banging on the wall because she wanted to go back to her Doctor, while he stood there with this look of unimaginable pain and loss... I cried for hours.

Now when I see those gifs, I tear up. The words "Bad Wolf Bay" depresses me in seconds. I've only seen Doomsday twice, and the second time was more painful than the first, leaving me curled up on the couch sobbing hysterically and trying to breath (you know, in a good way).

Even though it hurts, I'm glad that I know how significant that picture is, because it's part of one of the most beautiful friendships of all time.

writers.

This is true, and I love it: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzv5xna7LL1rolx3wo1_500.jpg

umm... hi?

So... hello there, chirping crickets and western dustballs (you know, the funny dust/bush things that roll around in western movies). If you're here you've probably made a wrong turn and are now going, "Crap, this isn't the Doctor Who website I was looking for!" or "Ummm... I was looking for a different Rose Tyler, the one who's successful and owns a miniature horse." Sorry to disappoint, random internet stranger. I own a cat and a twisted imagination, but alas, no miniature horse.

Basically I talk a lot of about random things. I love anything by Joss Whedon, Doctor Who, The Vampire Diaries, The Secret Circle, Life Unexpected, Pretty Little Liars, and about a thousand other shows that I can't think of at the time. As for books... the list is too long to write.

About me (here's where the cryptic talking begins)... I'm brown-haired, with skin that mostly burns and occasionally tans. Writing is my passion. I say things that sound strange and draw pictures for song lyrics because I can see the words in my head. I haven't had what could be considered a "normal" childhood, and I'm grateful for it. There's just a lot of stuff I talk about and rant about...

Am I forgetting anything? Guess not. So you can post comments or ask questions or anything, this is honestly just a way to vent or talk about TV shows I love. Have a super-fantabulous day!