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October 30th, 2013

let's all cross-link each other!


*no Time Lord technology, so it's only life-sized on the outside

September 3rd, 2013

I don’t know what to do

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My roommate has informed me that he can no longer afford to live here since taking the pay cut that he took in order to have a job that’s compatible with his school schedule. He plans to break our lease a month before it's due to end and move to a different city at the end of the month to live with relatives.

I have no job and no car, and I’ve used up my small amount of savings paying my share of bills while I’ve been looking for work. I have nowhere to go and no way to get there if I did have somewhere. I can't afford to move any of my stuff or to put it in storage, so I'm probably going to lose my grandmother's bedroom set and some things I inherited from my dad after he died two years ago.

I don’t know what to do.

I kind of think I'd like to die in my sleep, but then I'm worried about what would happen to my cat.

July 23rd, 2013

Well balls

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Venison roast, asparagus with bacon, three cheese mashed potatoes, and a giant pan of Clafoutis, and both couples I invited over for supper bailed on me.

FML

July 18th, 2013

I am so eager to make a scale model of the citadel in an economy-sized snow globe! I need suggestions for developing a set of measurements, or more HD stills from the eps where it appeared. If any one has anything in your head or on your hard drive that might help, your assistance would be greatly appreciated!

July 5th, 2013

I forgot to skip the end of Doomsday.


Why do I do this to myself??

July 1st, 2013

Turnabout 4/?

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Title: Turnabout
Author: Endelda
Rating: eventually M/Adult
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Warnings: This is my first fic, it may be excessively sappy and/or just plain awful
Summary: I'm not sure yet, I'll update this bit later
Author's Notes: This is the first fiction I've written in close to a decade, and my first fanfic ever. I've decided to embrace "go big or go home" as my philosophy, so this is a Doomsday fixit, an (extremely belated) entry for the 2012 Christmas ficathon at Bad Wolf Rising, will have multiple chapters, and will (hopefully) contain some smut after a bit. Many thanks to Kelkat9 and Annissa for their assistance with this chapter!

Disclaimer: I have no rights whatsoever to any of the characters or concepts I've borrowed from Doctor Who, which are property of the BBC....but I love them, and appreciate being allowed to play with them for a bit.

Turnabout


Chapter Four



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December 22nd, 2012

Turnabout 3/?

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Title: Turnabout
Author: Endelda
Rating: eventually M/Adult
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Warnings: This is my first fic, it may be excessively sappy and/or just plain awful
Summary: I'm not sure yet, I'll update this bit later
Author's Notes: This is the first fiction I've written in close to a decade, and my first fanfic ever. I've decided to embrace "go big or go home" as my philosophy, so this is a Doomsday fixit, an entry for this year's Christmas ficathon at Bad Wolf Rising, will have multiple chapters, and will (hopefully) contain some smut after a bit.
Disclaimer: I have no rights whatsoever to any of the characters or concepts I've borrowed from Doctor Who, which are property of the BBC....but I love them, and appreciate being allowed to play with them for a bit.

Turnabout


Chapter Three



It had been a few weeks since Farringham, at least according to the way the two humans on board insisted on measuring such things, when Martha walked into the library one relative afternoon. The Doctor and Rose were sprawled out reading, Rose on a giant cushy pouf of soft buttery leather across the room from where the Doctor was slouched on one of the sofas. They both looked up and smiled at her as she stepped through the archway.

“Miss Jones! Pull up a book!” cried the Doctor as he sat up and scooted to one side of the sofa.

Martha cleared her throat, “Actually, she said, “I was thinking I'd like to go home.”

Rose looked up from her book, watching Martha but not saying anything. The Doctor more than made up for the lack.

“Aw, so soon, Miss Jones? But I had so many places I wanted to take you...there's a burst of starfire right now over the coast of Meta Sigmafolio; the sky looks like oil on water! Ooh, or I was thinking about a trip to meet Charles II, or maybe..Oh! I know!” he grinned at her, “Agatha Christie! I'd love to meet her, I bet she's brilliant!”

He lost a bit of his sparkle as Martha gently shook her head. Rose coughed quietly and smiled at her.

“You miss your family, yeah?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, I do. They're mad and they'll drive me mental inside of a month, but I miss them.” admitted Martha with a smile.

“Say no more, I know all about mad relatives, my mum...” Rose's grin faltered, “anyway, of course you miss them.”

“Quite right.” agreed the Doctor softly, one eye on Rose. “In the morning, Martha, or straight away?”

“Better late than never,” Martha replied, “besides, I packed before I came in here.”

“No time like the present then, I suppose.” said the Doctor as he marked his place in his book and set it aside before hopping up from the sofa and leaving the library.

Rose set her book aside as well and rolled off the pouf, tugging her top straight as she walked over to Martha. The two young women had become good friends during the course of their adventures together. She linked her arm with Martha's as they ambled down the corridor after the Doctor.

“D'you need any help with your bags?” she asked.

“Nah,” Martha replied, “I only have two suitcases and a big handbag”

Rose grinned. “So you're coming back?”

Martha pressed her lips together and tried to keep a straight face as she nodded, but the corners of her mouth were twitching.

Rose tried to match Martha's solemn expression, and she actually managed for a few moments before a gigging snort broke free.

“Oh god, he just... “ she gasped through her laughter.

Martha nodded, grinning.

Rose pointed at her with one hand, the other arm still linked with Martha's, “And you! You let him!”

Martha nodded again, grinning and giggling “I know, did you see those sad puppy eyes?”

Arm-in-arm they stumbled into the console room together, howling with laughter at the look on the Doctor's face as he looked from Martha's small pile of luggage to the two of them with an arced brow and a wry expression.

“Right then,” he rolled his eyes as he leapt into motion, “London it is! Best brace yourselves.” He grinned wickedly at them as the TARDIS lurched into motion. The women fell into the jumpseat in a heap, still giggling as they watched him dance around the console. Martha tipped her head so that her mouth was closer to Rose's ear and murmured quietly.

“You gonna be ok with him while I'm gone?”

Rose nodded, smiling.”Of course I am. He's still my best friend. Just because I stopped daydreaming, that hasn't changed.”

“I still think,” Martha began, but Rose quickly cut her off.

“I know what you think and I appreciate it,” Rose said firmly, “but you're wrong. It's not like that and it never has been, and wishing for it wasn't helping anything. I've stopped, and I mean to stay stopped.”

They both whipped around when the Doctor cleared his throat. Martha flushed slightly, but Rose just grinned at him. “We there yet?”

"Indeed we are," the Doctor smiled as he tapped the monitor, "right on target, too."

Rose untangled herself from Martha on the jumpseat and bounced to over to the doors, grabbing one of the suitcases as she went down the ramp. She let go of the handle and half-turned back to Martha as she pulled open the door.

"You've got my number, right Martha?" she asked her friend as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contact list to make sure the reverse was true, "I want to be sure you can reach us when you're..."

Martha and the Doctor stepped over to the doors to see what had caught Rose's attention. The TARDIS had materialized across the street from Martha's mother's house, and they could see the Christmas tree glimmering through the window in the glow of the fairy lights.

"Oh..." said Martha, staring at the house, "did you do that on purpose?" she asked the Doctor over her shoulder.

"Well..."he said, tugging at an ear, "...no. I was aiming to land at least a month after you left with us, but not Christmas specifically."

"D'you want to stay?" she asked, "I'm sure mum won't, um, mind..much"

Rose glanced back at them over her shoulder and was just opening her mouth to answer when the Doctor's gob shifted into gear.

"No, no, we'll be fine, Rose and me. Christmas in the TARDIS, right Rose? Maybe a little traveling? We could go back and see Charles Dickens again! Or we could..oh oh oh! I know! The Thames Frost Fair in 1683! The ice was so thick they built an entire street of shops right across the river! Shopping on the Thames Rose, whad'ya say?" he asked as he turned toward her with a grin.

Rose smiled at him happily, "Yeah Doctor, that sounds good," then turned and began to pull Martha's suitcase toward her mother's door.

The Doctor headed back toward the console, "I'll just set the coordinates while you ladies say hello to Martha's mum and ...do whatever it is you females do."

Martha hurried to catch up with Rose, bumping shoulders with the young bottle blonde and winking at her slyly.

"Frost fair, eh? Just you and the Doctor?"

Rose didn't bother to reply, just rolled her eyes and shook her head at Martha with a grin.
Chapter Four

December 17th, 2012

Title: How The Doctor Stole Christmas
Author: Endelda
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Warnings: None
Summary: But the Doctor, who lived in the TARDIS, did not
Author's Notes: This bit me in the brain while I was letting the next chapter of Turnabout cook. It refused to release me until I'd grabbed a pen and written it down.
Disclaimer: I have no rights whatsoever to Doctor Who, or the concepts or characters I've borrowed from the BBC for this story. Likewise, I have no rights to any of the works of Dr. Suess, but I've been a life long fan.

How The Doctor Stole Christmas



Every human
In London
Liked Christmas a lot

But the Doctor, who lived in the TARDIS, did NOT

The Doc hated Christmas
And he had his reasons
For why he found Christmas
So very displeasin'
You may think his head wasn't screwed on quite right
Or maybe his Converse were laced up too tight
But his friends said that ever since Gallifrey's fall
Both of his hearts were two sizes too small.

BUT...
In spite of the state
Of his hearts or his shoes
He stood there on Christmas Eve, dreading the news
Staring up at the stars with a sour, angry frown
He wondered who, this year, would prey on the town
Would fall on the humans in London beneath
In ignorance hanging their mistletoe wreaths

“And hanging their stockings!” he moaned in fear
“But tomorrow is Christmas, it's practically here!”
He growled at the time rotor's unhappy humming
“I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!”

For the humans, he knew
In most aliens' eyes
Were things to be played with, naught but a prize!
And Cybermen, Sycorax, Daleks and Gelth
Attacked every Christmas, with minimal stealth

The ignorant humans would sit down to feat
As the skies above filled with these horrible beasts
They'd feast on plum pudding
And pull Christmas crackers
Wrapped up in unwrapping their presents – the slackers!

And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all
Any creature o'er London, no matter how small
Would cackle with glee when they heard the bells ringing
And swoop down on the Earth
Songs of conquest all singing

And they'd pillage! And loot!
And they'd loot loot loot loot!
And they'd subjugate humans, the miserable brutes!

And the more the Doc thought of the doom Christmas brings
The more the Doc thought “I must stop all these things!
Why, for nine hundred years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
...but HOW?!”

Then he got an idea
A brilliant idea
The Doc
Got a horrible, brilliant idea!

“I know just what to do!” the Doc laughed in his throat
And dug through the wardrobe for a new hat and coat
And he chuckled and hummed, “What a fantastic trick!
With this hat and this coat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!

All I need is a reindeer...”
The Doc looked around
But of course, in London, there were none to be found
But did that stop the Doc?
No! The Doc simply said
“If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!”
He grasped his screwdriver and called K-9 from his bed
Then soniced some antlers on top of his head

THEN
He tied empty sacks
And some bags up with twine
On a ramshackle sleigh
And he hitched up K-9

“Allon-sy!” cried the Doc
As the sleigh started down
“Affirmative!” said K-9
As he pulled toward the town.

All the windows were dark, humans slept without care
Unknowing of dangers that lurked in the air
When he came to the very first flat on the square
“This is stop number one” the Doc quietly hissed
As he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist

Then he slid down the chimney with nary a stop
- if Santa could do it, then so could the Doc
He wiggled and thrashed for a moment or two
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the cute little stockings all hung in a row
“These stockings,” he groused, “ humans hang up for show!”

Then he crept and he snuck, with a smile most unpleasant
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Liqour and board games, new mobile phones!
Jewelry, satsumas, and chocolate trombones!
He stuffed them in bags. Then the Doc, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbly.

Then he slunk to the icebox and took Jackie's feast
(stashing jams jars in his pockets, not last but least)
He cleaned out that kitchen in the blink of an eye
Even taking the last of the cold stale pork pies.

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee
“Now,” snickered the Doc, “I will stuff up the tree”

The Doc grabbed the tree and had started to push
When he felt a small hand as it patted his tush
He turned around fast and he saw a small blonde
Who grinned at his bum that she'd laid her hand on

The Doc had been caught by this young human lass
Who'd crept out of her bed and had then grabbed his.... behind
She grinned at the Doc with her tongue poking out
And said “Tell me what's going' on, bloke, or I'll shout!”

Now the Doctor was very old and quite slick
so he thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick
“I'm inspecting this the trees; this one's not up to muster!
It's an awful disgrace,” he continued to bluster
With a flick of his wrist psychic paper flipped out
“I'm John Smith, tree inspector!” he proclaimed with a shout.

“Quiet,” she hissed, fingers still on his bum
“Unless you were hoping to wake up my mum?”

The thought of her mum gave the Doc quite a fright
The blood drained from his face, left his skin paper white
Then, brushing her fingers away from his rear,
He turned and leaned down, and he hissed in her ear

“Each Christmas in London, some monster comes down
To wreak their destruction on folks of this town
Each year they have tried this, and wrecked the whole season!
So I've got to stop Christmas – you see? I've got reason!”

The girl tipped her head as she pondered the Doc
The room was quiet silent, save for the clock
Then she stepped forward, her nightgown a-sway
And she spoke as she backed him into the doorway

“But humans need Christmas, to show our devotion
To fellowship, love, and other such notions.
If monsters should come, then why not let me help?”
The Doc's back hit the door frame and he gave a small yelp
He sniffed in disdain at the words that she said
But the young girl, still grinning, pointed over his head

The Doc craned his neck to see where she pointed
At the arch'ed doorway with mistletoe annointed
He swallowed and looked down, meeting her eyes
The look that he saw there was quite a surprise.

“Now l-look, I'm not human,” he croaked like a frog
She said “I don't care, mate” and gave him a snog

Her kiss shot right through him and tingled his toes
Then she stepped back and blushed and said
“Er, hi...my name's Rose”
Then he grinned at the lass as he said with a leer
“First time I've liked Christmas in nine hundred years!”

He reached out his arm and took hold of her hand,
“Rose, my name's the Doctor, and I quite like your plan.”
He returned all the presents and re-lit the tree
Then whispered “Rose Tyler, you're coming with me!”

And what happened then?
Well in London they say
That the Doctor's small hearts grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his hearts didn't feel quite so tight
He whisked Rose to the TARDIS and they faded from sight

And the last, fading sound as the time rotor hummed
Was a low, silky whisper
“Why, don't you want to come?”

December 10th, 2012

Turnabout 2/?

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Title: Turnabout
Author: Endelda
Rating: eventually M/Adult
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Warnings: This is my first fic, it may be excessively sappy and/or just plain awful
Summary: I'm not sure yet, I'll update this bit later
Author's Notes: This is the first fiction I've written in close to a decade, and my first fanfic ever. I've decided to embrace "go big or go home" as my philosophy, so this is a Doomsday fixit, an entry for this year's Christmas ficathon at Bad Wolf Rising, will have multiple chapters, and will (hopefully) contain some smut after a bit.

Chapter Two


That had been more than a year ago, and Rose and the Doctor had been through quite a lot together since he'd rescued her from Pete's World (as the Doctor still liked to call the parallel Earth). He hadn't even gotten halfway through excitedly explaining how the last minute discovery of a supernova in a trinary system had provided the extra power for the transmat instead of just the holographic projection he'd originally planned when they were interrupted by the unexpected appearance of a bride in a shower of gold.

Once they'd gotten Donna sorted they'd declined her invitation to Christmas dinner so Rose could spend the day with her photo albums and memories of her family, but they did accept an invitation to a New Year's party. Rose spent quite a lot of the party thinking about the countdown at midnight and was just edging through the crowd to look for the Doctor when she saw a slim brunette drag him into a doorway under a dangling sprig of mistletoe for an enthusiastic snog. She noted that he didn't seem to be putting up much resistance as she hurriedly ducked into the loo to wait out the countdown. She told herself she wasn't hiding as she took her time washing her hands and checking her makeup, patting down her hair with damp fingers as she made sure they were at least five minutes into the new year. She made sure she wasn't looking toward that greenery-festooned doorway when she stepped back out.

Later in the TARDIS the Doctor didn't behave as though anything unusual had happened, so Rose did her best to do the same. After that they'd met Martha Jones and been to the moon (Rose had bitten her tongue and managed not to react to the “genetic transfer”), met Shakespeare (who also seemed quite taken with Martha), had some perilously close calls in both New and Original New York, dealt with a randomly mutating geriatric madman, and nearly been consumed by a living sun.

During all of these adventures Rose couldn't help but notice that the Doctor was absolutely scrupulous about treating her the same way he always had. There were hugs galore, and hand-holding still abounded...though whether it was her hand or Martha's seemed to depend more on proximity than any preference the Doctor might have had for one hand over the other. All the hope she'd once had for a deeper relationship began to fade slowly but surely.

The final flicker of that hope was snuffed out during their time at Farringham School for Boys. She and Martha had found work at the school as maids, and Rose had been perfectly positioned to watch the budding romance between John Smith and Matron Redfern. After everything was over, the Family of Blood had been dealt with, and they had returned to the Vortex, Rose pled exhaustion and a longing for the 23rd century grooming products in her en suite. She retreated to her room after telling Martha and the Doctor not to expect to see her for at least twenty-four hours; “relative time”, she clarified, cutting the Doctor off as he opened his mouth to explain to them (again) about the meaningless nature of time in the Vortex.

As she worked up a rich lather in her hair, Rose thought back over the time she'd spent with the Doctor. She remembered how he'd flirted with Jabe on Platform One, and how he'd been so reluctant to dance with her after saving Jamie and Nancy. She thought about how he'd sent her away from Satellite Five but had allowed Lynda to stay. She thought of how he hadn't responded at all when Cassandra had used her lips to kiss him in the hospital on New Earth, even though he hadn't yet known that anything was wrong, and of his crowing over having snogged Madame de Pompadour. She thought about his discomfort over the idea of sharing a mortgage with her when they'd thought they were stranded on Krop Tor. As she worked the conditioner into her hair and moved on with the rest of her shower, she considered his “genetic transfer” with Martha, the woman who'd pulled him under the mistletoe at Donna's New Year's Eve party, and finally Joan.

It was as she contemplated the fact that even as a human the Doctor hadn't shown any evidence of feeling anything toward her but kind friendliness that reality finally sank in for Rose.

As she pulled on her pyjamas and fell into the soft warmth of her bed, Rose realized to her surprise that letting go of her romantic feelings for the Doctor didn't hurt the way she'd imagined that it would. Oh, he was still her best mate and she still loved him, but she'd had over three years to get used to the idea that, while she might be his favorite person to sit on the sidelines with between numbers for nibbles and punch, she just wasn't what he was looking for as a partner in the neverending ball of chaos that made up their lives.

Smiling gently at her own whimsey, Rose turned her face to her pillow and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Three

December 9th, 2012

Turnabout 1/?

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Title: Turnabout
Author: Endelda
Rating: eventually M/Adult
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Warnings: This is my first fic, it may be excessively sappy and/or just plain awful
Summary: I'm not sure yet, I'll update this bit later
Author's Notes: This is the first fiction I've written in close to a decade, and my first fanfic ever. I've decided to embrace "go big or go home" as my philosophy, so this is a Doomsday fixit, an entry for this year's Christmas ficathon at Bad Wolf Rising, will have multiple chapters, and will (hopefully) contain some smut after a bit. It's also being cross posted on Teaspoon

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