misscam | Reality House-Call, Fic Sneak Peeks and Cam Is Disturbed

I guess if the rabid shippers of Harry/Hermione couldn't get their pairing Canon, getting the actors is the second best thing

Wouldn't it be amazing if Dan and Emma were more or less following the book version of their characters when it came to liking each other? I mean, in the sense that they're slowly realizing what they mean to each other and then at the end of the series it comes out for real? I guess that's just wishful thinking on my part, but still. It makes me wonder, since Emma and Dan really do admire each other.

*headdesk* to infinity.

Reality house-call: Actors are not the characters they play. True love between the characters - real or just imagined by you - does not translate into true love between the actors, mmkay? I like Nine/Rose, but I'm not therefore gonna assume Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper went at it like bunnies. Not that I'd blame her if so was the case, but the point is, as the Oxford Dictionary so wonderfully puts it, "act, v (...) pretend (to be)".

You might want to underline the "pretend" several times. Now whatever you want to imagine in your head is your call and I'm sure you have as much fun there as I have in my mind, but let's not confuse fantasies with reality now. It makes for such a show of stupidity. /reality house-call

In other news - There's nothing quite as satisfying as trapping down an idea after you've struggled with it for a while. Yes. I'm working on another Doctor Who fic, which I'm 97% will remain named Measures of Time now. I have already pretty much written the end, as is a habit of mine. I like to know where I'm gonna end up, you know? Doctor-centric, this one, and AU from "Boom Town". Had an eureka moment in the shower for how I would frame it. Good little brain of mine, yes. Have some chocolate.

Now I just have to decide how long I want it. Maybe I should aim for my first over 10,000 words fic in this fandom. I have crossed that limit for most of my major fandoms, after all.

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Sometimes, in the sentience that is the TARDIS, she thinks about time. There are no words to capture it, but sometimes she borrows the human term of ocean; an ocean she drifts on and tries to keep him from drowning in. She is his ship, but even he doesn't fully understand or know her. There's no one left who do now and she mourns Gallifrey too.

There's time, she thinks, and there are those who live in it. Live in it and try to make it theirs with whatever technology they have. Clocks, hourglasses, words, crystals, metal, light, darkness, computers, ships... One more device for the telling of time, making it seem managable in pieces. Seconds, hours, days, years, lifetimes, centuries, millenia, ages, eternities, all the little measures of time.

She doesn't need them.

She is them all.

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thirteen seconds

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He can feel the moment they hit and the TARDIS screams, or perhaps it's him, feeling time ripping into them. They've collided. They've collided and time is yanking at them and they're all going to fall, him and Rose and Jack.

And he can only reach one of them, fall with one of them.

In the seconds of decision, there's an eternity. Rose, oh Rose, beautiful and human and hand that fits in his like no other. Jack, oh Jack, flirts and breaths and life, jokes to keep the darkness away.

He hopes Jack will forgive him one day.

He lets go of the TARDIS console and reaches for her, feeling her hand still fit in his, an anchor of skin to keep even a Time Lord from going adrift.

"Not letting you go, Rose Tyler," he says, and they fall into time.

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Should get myself story icons for Doctor Who like I have for CSI, really.

Also, happy birthday to