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misscam... What's the one oft-appearing-in-badfic-cliche you just wish someone would write well, dammit?
Writing snippetry:
A TARDIS Carol, Doctor/everyone:
There are these legends humans sometimes have, the TARDIS knows. Justice, truth and the human way. Thunder as a god's trek across the sky. Cats having nine lives. Ghosts of Christmas past, present and future visiting.
There are these legends Time Lords soemtimes have, the TARDIS knows. Order, balance and the Gallifreyan way. Time as a force that can be tamed. Time Lords having eleven lives. Ghosts of companions past, present and future visiting.
Sometimes, legends are legends, truth obscured by time. Sometimes, they're stories to explain the un-understood, truth obscured by narrative.
Sometimes, they're neither.
Ghosts don't visit. The living visit them.
But For Hope, Doctor/Rose:
There isn't a single moment he can all 'it' - that moment where she gets over it, that moment where it heals, that moment where she looks at him and and he knows she'll be all right.
There can't be, he realises.
She won't get over it. She'll learn to live with it.
She won't heal. She'll carry the wounds as they pale.
She doesn't look at him. She'll still be all right.
It's Norway 800 A.D, a beach somewhere, and she sits on the rocks almost like one, wind and water weathering her. It smells of salt and spring in the air, new beginnings and winter's end. Something always has to end, or nothing would ever start.
Regeneration, he thinks. Him. Her. Life. Everything.
He watches her, leaning against the TARDIS, blue box against the illusion of blue sky. It's only space shrouded by atmosphere, and the illusion fails away from Earth. But right here, right now, it's a blue sky.
Normality in November, part two:
He kisses her, a stranger's kiss with familiar lips. John's body. The Doctor's mind. She isn't even sure if this constitutes cheating or accepting or something of both.
"Come with me," he says, breath warm and voice slightly hoarse.
"I don't know," she whispers back.
"I do," he says, and the faint echoes of what she sometimes saw on John's face seems to blaze from his. Determination. A little arrogance. A bit of John in the Doctor, or was there always the Doctor in John? "Come with me."
"You come with me," she says instead, and he doesn't protest when she takes his hand and leads him.
Here Be Ghosts, Grissom/Sara:
"Do you remember the first time you kissed me?"
"Yes," he says after a moment, his eyes so clear behind his glasses she almost wants to look away. "It was a Thursday, and you smiled at me."
She smiles a little then, taking his glasses off as she did then.
"Let's start from there again," she says.
Pictures from the new X-Files movie have surfaced and given me a boost of nostalgic love. Wheee. Also, must get icon.
In other news, I need to get Inspector Lindley series on DVD, and The Chaser's War on Everything too.
Writing snippetry:
A TARDIS Carol, Doctor/everyone:
There are these legends humans sometimes have, the TARDIS knows. Justice, truth and the human way. Thunder as a god's trek across the sky. Cats having nine lives. Ghosts of Christmas past, present and future visiting.
There are these legends Time Lords soemtimes have, the TARDIS knows. Order, balance and the Gallifreyan way. Time as a force that can be tamed. Time Lords having eleven lives. Ghosts of companions past, present and future visiting.
Sometimes, legends are legends, truth obscured by time. Sometimes, they're stories to explain the un-understood, truth obscured by narrative.
Sometimes, they're neither.
Ghosts don't visit. The living visit them.
But For Hope, Doctor/Rose:
There isn't a single moment he can all 'it' - that moment where she gets over it, that moment where it heals, that moment where she looks at him and and he knows she'll be all right.
There can't be, he realises.
She won't get over it. She'll learn to live with it.
She won't heal. She'll carry the wounds as they pale.
She doesn't look at him. She'll still be all right.
It's Norway 800 A.D, a beach somewhere, and she sits on the rocks almost like one, wind and water weathering her. It smells of salt and spring in the air, new beginnings and winter's end. Something always has to end, or nothing would ever start.
Regeneration, he thinks. Him. Her. Life. Everything.
He watches her, leaning against the TARDIS, blue box against the illusion of blue sky. It's only space shrouded by atmosphere, and the illusion fails away from Earth. But right here, right now, it's a blue sky.
Normality in November, part two:
He kisses her, a stranger's kiss with familiar lips. John's body. The Doctor's mind. She isn't even sure if this constitutes cheating or accepting or something of both.
"Come with me," he says, breath warm and voice slightly hoarse.
"I don't know," she whispers back.
"I do," he says, and the faint echoes of what she sometimes saw on John's face seems to blaze from his. Determination. A little arrogance. A bit of John in the Doctor, or was there always the Doctor in John? "Come with me."
"You come with me," she says instead, and he doesn't protest when she takes his hand and leads him.
Here Be Ghosts, Grissom/Sara:
"Do you remember the first time you kissed me?"
"Yes," he says after a moment, his eyes so clear behind his glasses she almost wants to look away. "It was a Thursday, and you smiled at me."
She smiles a little then, taking his glasses off as she did then.
"Let's start from there again," she says.
Pictures from the new X-Files movie have surfaced and given me a boost of nostalgic love. Wheee. Also, must get icon.
In other news, I need to get Inspector Lindley series on DVD, and The Chaser's War on Everything too.
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Date: 2008-01-17 02:57 pm (UTC)Babyfic. There, I've said it. God, I'm such a mushy vanilla het person sometimes.
Pictures from the new X-Files movie have surfaced and given me a boost of nostalgic love. Wheee.
Wait. There is a second X-Files movie in the works? o_o
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Date: 2008-01-17 02:59 pm (UTC)Badfic cliche that I want written well... any Rose/Doctor reunion that's not going by anything in future series. Rose/Doctor baby. Rose/Ten sex (because I have a very specific idea of how the different Doctors would view having sex, and why they would or wouldn't, if they loved someone).
...Also, randomly, I want someone to write a story where Rose wanders away from the Doctor and somehow ends up in Ipswich. (I'm watching "End of the World", and amused by this little exchange: "I can't get it open. Don't move!" "Where'm I gonna go, Ipswich?")
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Date: 2008-01-17 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-17 06:49 pm (UTC)As to cliches: I want to see a story where the Doctor "moves on" from Rose to Martha without a lot of Rose-bashing or Martha-glorification. I think it can be done; I just haven't seen it yet.
Also, a redux third season where Rose ends up staying with the Doctor, that maintains some level of sophistication and doesn't turn into a one-true-love-fest. (Which is what I'm currently working on, so hopefully it'll happen?)
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Date: 2008-01-17 11:13 pm (UTC)What's the one oft-appearing-in-badfic-cliche you just wish someone would write well, dammit?
Hmm... I'd say 'girl falls into Middle-earth', but
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Date: 2008-01-18 12:50 am (UTC)What's the one oft-appearing-in-badfic-cliche you just wish someone would write well, dammit?
I'd have to add in my shameful vote for babyfic - and keeping everyone in character - though I have seen maybe one done well in the House fandom.
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Date: 2008-01-18 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-18 04:49 am (UTC)