Summary: She’d told him stories and he’d listened. She’d asked him questions and he’d answered. His smile had been warm and kind and his eyes had been confusing and strange; and so old. But that was all….
I got to read a good bit of this in progress, and it is just amazing. I really recommend taking the time out to read this. Hannah did such a wonderful job.
“Well yes, I’m not a companion. I don’t really technically know what I am, but not a companion. Oh well, I am ‘a companion’. It’s interesting, because when in ‘Silence in the Library’ River is talking to David Tennant’s Doctor about Doctor, about her relationship with Doctor, she talks about her Doctor in a sort of deep, loving, passionate way. But she talks about her Doctor. And David wasn’t her Doctor. I don’t even know whether Matt is her Doctor, because… I think, legally, I wouldn’t be allowed to do what I do with my Doctor, to Matt.”
“I’d love to be a companion to him [Matt’s Doctor]. He’s a wonderful actor to work with, he’s got boundless energy and enthusiasm, and has a great sense of humour and working with him is terrific. So anyone who’s going to be a companion to Doctor, I think will do really well being Matt’s companion. But as far as River goes… Who her Doctor really is - I don’t know whether we’ll ever find out.”—Alex Kingston [x] (via your-bespoke-psychopath)
I see the thumbnails and keep expecting these cakes to be actual cakes even though I KNOW they’re felt cakes and then I’m always so disappointed when they aren’t edible food porn.
Hehehe, that’s the awesome thing about these. My good friend, Jo, showed me a tutorial in 2009 for one of these, and we eventually discovered the Japanese books that make them so lifelike that they really do look edible. I’m going to be working with one of the more advanced books soon that drops the sewing and uses glue, clay and molds to make them even more lifelike.
Summary: He wasn’t stalking. Not really. It was a surprise. A nice surprise. Well, he’d think it’d be a nice surprise, but not everyone thought it was a nice surprise, and he really didn’t want to rate on the creepy scale.
A/N: This will probably be the only RPF I ever write. I wrote it a few months back and hid it deep in my Google Docs and blushed the entire time — hence why no names were used. Then today’s Catherine’s birthday and … well … I’d sell my soul for that girl. So, this is my gift to her. Happy birthday, sweetheart. *squish*
Fandom/Pairing: Doctor Who, River/Doctor Rating: M Wordcount: 36,853 Warnings: human!AU Summary: “I’m not getting any younger, am I? And I may never meet a man I want to spend the rest of my life with, let alone raise children with, and even if I do, well it’ll be too late. I’ve always wanted children. And I thought, you know, why wait? I can do it on my own perfectly fine.”
A/N: Happy birthday Cat!!!! I love you oodles akjshdakjshdkjahdaksjdh - have a fabulous day darling :)
Hahahaha ever since Saturday the Korra finale seems to make me angrier and angrier. As a storyteller and as a fan of solid storytelling, it is an atrocious mess! I stand by the creators are amazing directors, amazing concept artists, amazing producers, but wow are they terrible writers. They have absolutely no understanding of dramatic convention, and so the first season of The Legend of Korra suffered greatly from terrible execution, and the core ideas were so good it should’ve been a gamechanger. It should’ve been the most brilliant thing on television and instead we were given a 12-week narrative case of blue balls.
Disclaimer: if you enjoyed/love/fanatic about Korra, by all means continue to do so! I enjoyed a lot about Korra. In fact that is why I am so frustrated. But that aside, this is meant as a critique and a dissection and as such you can take it or you can leave it. Nothing I have to say will change the show, nor will anything I have to say will have any effect on what season 2 will bring. Mostly I have been ranting about it to everyone on a daily basis since Saturday and this is my way to finally just. get. it. all. out. So this is me shouting into the ether for my own cathartic glee.