I Used to Care, Now I Take a Pill For That

 

( In Which I Rate Many Important Things, Like Sexiest David Tennant Moment of the Year )

 

(Note: This concludes the Advent drabbles. Everyone who left me a prompt at the Advent drabble post should have received a drabble in return. If I missed you, it was entirely inadvertant and please, please let me know. 'Tis the season for giving, after all.

There are 11 days left of Christmas. I hope each day brings you and your loved ones joy, peace, and delight.)

 

( Theatre (requested by greenkneehighs) )

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( Smile (requested by tribalmink) )

 

 

( Supercalafragilisticexpialadocious (requested by jasminetea75) )

~~~

 

( Undercover (requested by anonymous) )

 

It's past midnight! (actually it's 2 am, so it's well past midnight. whatever)

MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU GUYS

I'm soon going to start dinner (Christmas is at my house always, we don't go away) so before the frenzy begins, I want to wish you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS. Eat a lot, drink a lot, be happy plenty, ignore the people who want to bring you down, and the most important of all tonight: keep believing in Santa! I'm 29 and I believe in him. :)
Happy Christmas, guys. Lots of love.

Also, galacticmist I received your card just in time for Christmas Eve! Thank you!

“Daddy doesn’t want to play with the kittens?” asked Athena, happily teasing them with yarn.

“Your father doesn’t like them,” said Rose.

“He doesn’t like cats? Who doesn’t like cats?”

“Your father.”

“Why not?”

“Some cat-nuns tried to kill us once.”

Athena considered. “I guess that’s a good reason.” She paused. “But these aren’t dressed like nuns.”

Rose smiled and relayed the story to the Doctor later.

“It isn’t about the cat-nuns,” he said. “It’s when you spend more time petting a cat than you do petting me.”

“You’re so neglected,” Rose teased him, and then concentrated on some petting.

Rose stood outside the bathroom door, listening to her children arguing in whispers. There was a lot of splashing going on, and then, suddenly, there was a loud, honking bark. “Shhhh!” all three of her children hissed simultaneously.

Rose knocked on the door.  “Kids? What’s going on?”

There was a pause. “Nothing,” called Brem, not very convincingly, punctuated by another honking bark.

Rose folded her arms and shook her head. “Open the door.”

She knew they wouldn’t disobey, and they didn’t, so Rose found herself staring at a sea lion in the bathtub.

“Can we keep her, Mum?” begged Athena. “She’s so cute.”

Rose was shivering and the cave was pitch black. The Doctor would find her, she knew he would. “He’ll find you,” she whispered. “He’ll find you.”

Rose.

She thought she was imagining his voice, but she sat up anyway, listening carefully.

Rose.

And then she saw it, a glimmer of light in the distance. She shouted for joy. “I’m here!”

When he got closer, she realized he was holding a candle.

“Where’s your sonic?” she asked.

“Confiscated,” he answered, cheerfully. “But it’s okay. We’ll find a way out. Do you believe me?”

She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes.”

So, I totally fell in love. With a technique, I mean. My problem sometimes with using print-outs in mixed media projects is exactly that, it's a print out. It's white paper, plain and simple. Sometimes it's okay, like the scanning of a page from an ancient dictionary, for example, which I use for backgrounds sometimes, and that's okay - the white A4 paper gives me sturdiness while the scanning shows all the stains and washes out of the words.
But I've wanted to use sheet music for a while now, and I haven't because the printout looked so simple it would look out of place anywhere.
And then Lord Google lead me to a page which taught me to turn the plain white paper into a nicer vintage look:


The right-from-the-printer sheet music is nice, and awesome looking, but again, I don't feel like using it as... anything, really. Post processed, though? I feel like starting a projects only to use that. It just looks so amazing.

( Technique & more pics under cut )

I'll post the unfinished altered book when it's finished and whatever project I end up doing with the sheet music because, my god, I want to use that now.

I'll play. Snagged from lady_chi. The first lines of the first post of each month.  

( A Year, Distilled )

 

The timelines spun through their heads, delicate branches in shades of gold, and they could sometimes read them clearly and sometimes they were so thickly entangled they could not be unraveled. Sometimes they could see where the decisions of those around them were pivotal, would change everything, would mean the difference between this universe and another. And sometimes they could see where decisions would mean nothing, where the future was fixed, no matter what anyone did, even them.

There was always something coming. They learned to live with impending doom, by focused on impending joy. Fixed points weren’t always bad.

He sat with Fortuna, on the rocking chair she loved. She snuggled against him. Fortuna liked quiet snuggles, simply appreciated closeness. The Doctor’s fingers plucked absently at the TARDIS key pinned to her shirt. The key was always pinned somewhere on her.

“Fortuna,” he said.

She hummed contentedly.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked. He wanted to be sure she knew what to do if she ever got separated from them.

“It’s the key to home,” she answered, happily, her happiness almost blinding inside of him.

“Yes,” he agreed, and kissed the top of her head. “It is.”

Dear Kanye West, 

     Where were you when James Gandolfini stole the Emmy away from Martin Sheen in 2001? That was a travesty you should have corrected, of far greater proportions than Taylor Swift / Beyonce. I'd appreciate it if you could take care of this for me right away, thanks.

Yours,

EGT

 

( Somewhat Adult-y )

 

“What do you think?” asked Rose.

The Doctor stared.

“Nice, right? D’you like it?” persisted Rose.

“You…you…you cut your hair!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah. Been a few decades, thought it was time for a change.”

The Doctor looked shocked.

“You don’t like it?” guessed Rose.

“Actually, it’s nice, and I like it very much. I just think a decision about something as important as hair should have been made jointly.”

“Okay. Let’s jointly make a decision to try something new with your hair.”

“What?” he yelped. “But my hair is…you know.”

“Tres magnifique?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah,” she grinned, ruffling it. “It is.”

The kids had been playing together all afternoon, when the Doctor came looking for them.

“Where are the kids?” he asked.

“Playing.” She pointed to the TARDIS monitor, showing her the kids happily playing in the snow outside.

The Doctor went to survey the kids’ creation. “This is quite impressive.”

“It’s our snow fort,” Athena told him.

“For when the Daleks attack,” finished Fortuna.

The Doctor went still, watching his children prepare for war. “No Daleks,” he choked out. “I promise.”

“But better to be prepared, isn’t it?” contributed Brem, smoothing more snow into place.

“Yeah,” managed the Doctor. “Yeah.”

Apparenlty, ( Glee casting spoilers )

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Well, that's a hell of a height difference.
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