peroxidepirate: (none but two survived)
I have some loosely connected thoughts about Doctor Who, the different Doctors (especially Ten and Eleven), and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This is partly my response to a recent post by the brilliant and wonderful [ profile] green_maia , but too disconnected to be a comment on that post. So.

Thing One

I'm trying to sort out the Doctor's emotional/psychological evolution. How do you get from Ten to Eleven? )

Thing Two

my feelings on the death of fictional heroes )
peroxidepirate: (hmm)
Again with the convergence of multiple areas of my life, though this one's somewhat more trivial: I find myself absolutely surrounded by David Tennant fangirls. Not sure what to make of it, but... ladies, y'all are adorable with the squeefulness, so carry on.

I even have a contribution, in case anyone hasn't seen it:Pretty picture. )

This segues nicely into another bit of fannish rambling. I'm still slowly making a second pass through New Who, as I tend to do with shows I get obsessed over.

The other day, I re-watched "The Girl in the Fireplace." Spoilers to that episode under the cut; possible full-series spoilers in comments. )

Of course, that drives all more complicated thoughts entirely out of my head. And that's ok: I'm home for the night, I have a beer and a cheese sandwich, and I still have room for several dozen more LJ icons. So I'm going to play with pretty pictures of pretty girls.
peroxidepirate: (everybody's gotta go)
Title: untitled
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Wordcount: about 350
Summary: The Doctor and Rose in an alien bar.
Note: This was supposed to be the start of something longer, but it wouldn't come together for me. I'm posting this much, anyway, as a tiny birthday present for [info]boredsvunut  .

ficlet under the cut )


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