We better reblog this as much as we can 2013 is almost over
NO FREAKING WAY
Not even a Whovian but this is BRILLIANT
i’m only a morning person on december 25th
They didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things.
They didn’t give him a tank or a warship or a X-Wing fighter, they gave him a call box from which you can call for help.
And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray, they gave him an extra heart. They gave him two hearts.
And thats an extraordinary thing; there will never come a time when we don’t need a hero like the doctor.
Title: Where the Tree Tops Glisten
Rating: All Ages
Author’s Note: This is for the Secret Santa, and my lovely giftee is nowyoucandothesameforhim. I really hope you like this story. Happy Holidays! <3
Rose couldn’t remember the first time she touched snow, though she has seen the pictures. She was seven months old, one month after her father was killed. The picture was taken by Rose’s grandmother who took her out for the day, because Jackie still wouldn’t get out of bed.
It’s a simply picture. Rose is wearing her bright purple snowsuit and looks more like a stuffed doll than a little baby. She can barely move her arms and legs, except to go up and down. But there she is, in the snow, purple against all white. And though it was the darkest moment in young Rose’s life—though her mother was crying herself to sleep every night, wondering how in the world she was going to raise her daughter on only a hairdresser’s salary—the little baby’s cheek were bright red, almost like the flower she was named after, and her smile took up her entire face.
Jackie kept that picture on her dresser to remind her of all the light that can still be found in the darkness.
Title: Think I was blind before I met you
Pairing: TenToo/Rose with mentions of the other Doctors/Rose
AN: Written for the Doctor Who Secret Santa! My wonderful giftee requested “Something cute”. I tried my best, I really did, but I don’t think I got the adorable scale quite up to the correct standards. I’m terribly sorry if this is the case – please, please, please feel free to request another fic, dear. No, really: this fic idea has been begging to be written since July last year but I always put it off because I was too scared that what I saw in my head wouldn’t translate properly to paper. My fears were warranted, but at least I was motivated to get off my ass and do it. So thank you very much, lonelymonsterseekingcompanion! I hope you have a wonderful holiday season <3 Again, please feel free to request a new fic; I honestly will not mind in the slightest.
ETA: Oh they said five hundred words… um… *shifty eyes*
Based very, very solidly on Bright Eyes’ “First Day Of My Life”.
Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.
Disney Princess edition
Doctor Who Christms Special - The Time of The Doctor.
You try so hard to take care of everyone else
That you forget to take care of yourself
Someone changes everything.
bringing this back.