It is very weird to me for my mother to think I have an eating disorder. I love food, I’m just one of those people who literally gets so wrapped up in what I do I forget to eat, and I’ve only eaten about once a day for YEARS (like… 10 years now?) because I only ate lunch at school, and in high school if I didn’t finish it, I’d eat the rest of it at home for an after-school snack (we had personal pizzas from I think Dominos) and be totally fine for the rest of the day.
Now I just feel really sick all the time to the point that he smell of food and drink (even water) makes me feel worse and just makes me head hurt more. I suppose it has to do with my crappy sleeping schedule…
Blaaaaah I just want to sleep my head is killing me.
So I managed to style my hair rather like Ariel’s in one of the selfies I took when I was bored:
It’s not pinned, by the way, it’s just tucked back.
Ignore my potato face. And yes there is an index card that says BAD WOLF behind me. Also yes that is Barty Crouch Jnr below it, he had TWO posters in the book. Harry’s face is being covered by my danger tape. I have no idea why I have danger tape but it has buttons on it. Fandom buttons.
THE POINT IS ARIEL’S HAIR IS PLAUSIBLE THAT IS WHY MY FACE IS ON YOUR DASH.
So… I hate Season four of Doctor Who. I mean, I love Donna to bits, she’s amazing, but I just can’t stand most of her episodes. I feel like only a tiny few ever actually belonged to Donna, while the rest were either OMG ITS ROES ROES IS BACK ROES or OMFG FUCK MARTHA I HATE MARTHA or HEY HEY LOOK ITS RIVER RIVER SHE’S MYSTERIOUS RIVER SONG OOOH WHO IS SHE from most of the fandom
I mean… it’s not fair that Donna had so share the companion spotlight so much when she was supposed to be the only one, and I really like Martha, out of all the episodes featuring an extra companion, I liked her episodes best, but just the fact that they kept putting Rose in almost every fucking episode it seems and when it wasn’t her it was Martha and when it wasn’t Martha it was ~*super mysterious River Song*~
I mention this actually because last year at this time I was watching “The Poison Sky”, and I just watched “Partners in Crime”.
I mean my opinions were and are based on how the fandom acts, which is obsessive about Rose and the Doctor, either neutral or disdainful of Martha for the most part, and Moffat was the one responsible for my reaction to River, to whom I took an immediate dislike to with her smugness and her stupid journal and ~*spoilers*~
I feel like it’s supposed to be a really annoying metaphor for Donna’s superiority inferiority complex, by having other companions show up in her run. I feel like the spotlight almost never was on Donna. She was even brushed aside in “Midnight” in favour of Rose.
Rose is to RTD as River is to Moffat I think…
My absolute favourite season is 3. Not a single episode I don’t like in it, which is amazing for me because most every other season is the other way around.
Almost makes you wonder why I like this show…
Well I don’t HATE season one, season two has my least favourite episode of anything ever and I loved the finale, but I liked all of RTD’s finales, even after “Journey’s End” broke my heart. Moffat… Moffat I like the characters, save River, and if the story doesn’t have River in it, chances are I rather like it. Which basically means… most everything not Moffat. The exception is “Angels Take Manhattan” where I was consoled with the knowledge it was actually her final episode. Finally. She should have been gone in “Let’s Kill Hitler”, since their time lines were running reverse, meaning the first time she met him should have been the end.
I LIKE most episodes, but the ones I don’t like I generally never watch again, like I will never again watch “Tooth and Claw” because I cannot stand Rose in that episode at all, even though I loved David’s accent, and I LOVED “Father’s Day”.
I love it when I find pieces of my genuinely good writing like the ones that make me smile because this is some of the most amazing stuff I’ve written. Like this:
Azylxiphon was a great, shining metropolis of tall, brass-coloured buildings, their spires reaching up high into the pale yellow-orange sky. Three golden rust-coloured moons are constantly visible in the sky, giving the planet its characteristic sunset-like gleam, day and night. Across this sky soar great skyships; massive brass, bronze, silver, and gold saucers that never seem to sleep, racing each other between the turrets and towers of the buildings. Some fly advertisements for recent inventions, for other skyships, or for events. Some are pleasure ships; some are for the sky cruises. Several are personal ships, and still others are war ships, on standby for four years now to the day.
The skyships high above the city were the planet’s fastest and best modes of transport, the only other method being walking. Hovercars existed on Azylxiphon, but were rarities within most places, due to the narrow, winding flag-stoned streets of the planet allowing little passage for anything wider than one thickset person, due in part to the little kiosks lining the walkways. The planet feels claustrophobic, the tall, dense buildings towering high above the citizens, as if at the bottom of a metallic canyon. It is home to millions of people, going about their day with neither care nor notice for the discomfort of inter-planetary visitors.
Along every building are gears, which connect all of the buildings together, and work the enormous clocks and inner mechanisms. At the centre of each gear are ornate glass windows that look out onto the city streets, which are constantly busy with Azylxiphonians. The creaking of gears and the ticking of massive clocks are louder than even the people squabbling in the streets over merchandise, and the level of sound they bring is matched only by the sigh of steam from the factories, homes, and skyships, and the hiss of water as it is seared by the hot metals and coals. The planet is a great hissing, ticking sound, hovering high above the people in place of clouds, an invisible mist of sound.
The planet smells of metal, and polish, and of oil. It smells of steam, hot coals, and ashes, which lay like snow in a thin layer over the rooftops and along the well-oiled gears, and the glass windows and the kiosks. The planet smells like work, and sweat, and heat.
Those who hail from Azylxiphon are born pilots, inventors, craftsmen, or clockmakers. There are the odd clothing makers, merchants, chefs, and storytellers, all of whom sell their items from metal-and-cloth stalls in the dimly lit, cobble-stoned side streets. Their wears cover their stalls, spilling casually onto the streets, waiting to be looked at, to be picked up, and then to be purchased. They called buyers from the main streets with their friendly, wanting glitter, sheen, ticking sighs, or hums like a summer breeze.
Azylxiphon ran entirely on steam, and was a Class Six Artificial Hollow Planet (C6AHP), and a network of clockwork and piping, which pressed steam through the planet. There are no records showing where Azylxiphon came from, only that it drifts from solar system to solar system like a leaf on Terratora’s spring breeze. As Azylxiphon was a steam-ran planet, possessing few if any other resources in most areas, it relied primarily on the current neighboring planet of Terratora for food.
From space itself, Azylxiphon was a massive bronze-coloured, shining sphere, covered in a white haze from the steam engines, like clouds on most other planets. The haze half-obscured the planet from sight, giving it a peculiar shimmer in the light of its sun, whose rays rarely penetrated the thick steam-clouds. These haze-clouds are eternal, for the planet never truly sleeps; machines are always at work, pushing more steam into the atmosphere.
Azylxiphon does not have moons, but rather currently serves as a moon to Terratora, a planet with little mechanical ability. It orbits the planet, part of the Efften Solar System, a system far within the Andromeda Galaxy, dominated by two stars, Falai and Baellea. There are twelve planets in the Efften system, including Azylxiphon. Five are inhabited.
Capitolla was a large, towering city that stood on a higher level of ground than the other cities, and was home to the largest clock on the planet. It sat at the heart of Azylxiphon, the most expansive, ticking city on the planet. It was also home to an expansive museum, particularly documenting time, finally rebuilt and repaired. Four years ago, Capitolla was the epicentre of the Invasion.
The Invasion was the first and only attack on Azylxiphon in its history thus far. Shortly before the Invasion, the Museum of Time was due to receive a new exhibit from Lumo, but shipment had been held up, and was moved up several days. However, the day after the exhibit was supposed to originally arrive, the ports were flooded with unfamiliar ships, and Capitolla in particular was stormed, upholding the shipment. The Museum was ransacked, and for the first time, Azylxiphon was at war; a month of hellish battle against strange alien pirates from outside their planet’s atmosphere. Fighting unknown enemies, enemies that slaughtered thousands and left hundreds homeless. People were pulled off the streets, off their usual jobs to fight the pirates, very few of whom who knew how to fight. Many died in combat. Most went mad. A month passed, and when the dawn came, the pirates had left, leaving destruction in their wake.
As the years progressed, Azylxiphon began to rebuild itself. It began to find homes for orphans, began to clean up their streets, and repair the clockwork buildings.
Our story starts on an evening on the narrowest, coldest street in Capitolla.
I fucking love imagery so much. I mean my goal for this story was to avoid dialogue as long as possible because I use it so much, but the most perfect bit is what comes after:
The boy was called Thief, for that was what he was. That wasn’t his real name, but his real name was lost on many lips; even Thief himself wasn’t sure what it was. And besides, he liked Thief just fine. It worked, and was a name of any use to him when there was no one but street venders and fellow streetwalkers to talk to him?
THE BOLDED PART IS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE THING.
Sometimes I love my writing so much.
The entire thing for this story was I gave myself like four words and made a story out of it: steampunk, time travel, aliens, and fairy tales.
Sorry I just had to fangirl about my writing for a moment.
Omg why have I never looked through my own tag before I can’t stop laughing me and Alicia are so perfect omg we we playing FMK some time ago and this happened:
Pretty sure we continued in the Yahoo messenger omg were we high I can’t even remember what Alicia asked me I’d have to check her tag.
BUT OMG I AM SO PERFECT LIKE EVERY TIME I WISH SOMEONE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY I JUST USE THE SONG FROM EMPEROR’S NEW GROOVE BUT WHATEVER HAPPENS AROUND THAT IS DIFFERENT I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT MY TAG HELP LIKE I SENT NATALIARAHIL THIS:
AND AND I SENT EMILY ONE OF THOSE WHO YOU THINK MY PARENTS ARE OR SOMETHING AND I SOMEHOW CAME UP WITH THIS:
“YOUR PARENTS ARE BLACK WIDOW AND GREG LESTRADE AND THEY ARE DIVORCED BUT STILL FRIENDS AND BLACK WIDOW IS NOW RE-MARRIED TO HAWKEYE AND YOUR HALF-SISTER IS MERIDA AND GREG IS RE-MARRIED TO ARABELLA FIGG AND THEY BREED CATS/KNEAZELS TOGETHER AND YOUR PARENTS WERE ALL THRILLED HEN YOU WENT TO HOGWARTS AND YOU ARE HAPPY WITH YOUR STEP PARENTS AND HALF SISTER AND SHERLOCK AND REMUS BOTH HAVE THEIR EYE ON YOU BUT ARE TERRIFED OF LESTRADE, HAWKEYE, AND BLACK WIDOW. theend”
omg ive manages to go back to like Christmastime last year
Sometimes I’m really friggin’ poetic.