Doctor, wherever, whenever you are — pay close attention now, ‘cause this is a postcard from the past. Do not ask how on Earth did the Tylers manage to breach the void and end up here without causing the end of the world (we don’t know that either, and the more questions we ask, the clearer it becomes they’re not so sure themselves) or why is a fairly startled Jackie staring somewhere awfully far from where she’s supposed to (this was the only photo Jack accepted, he apparently looked hot enough so yeah, there’s that) or what’s the meaning behind our little festive decorations (we think you have a pretty good idea, actually) or are the ball bearings edible (yes, says Rose, she has checked) or how do we know when is your birthday (you told us. The single-hearted you. He’s really quite obsessed with the abundant amounts of candles).
Because the point is, it is your birthday and even though we have no idea which one exactly and no idea where you are or what you’re currently feeling like (we hope you’re not sad), we still want you to know there’s still a bunch of fairly crazy and potentially jeopardy-friendly humans somewhere, somewhen in the Universe who love you a lot. Happy Birthday, Doctor!
Signed, respectively: Sarah Jane Smith (the last remnant of sanity), The King and Queen of Pete’s World and the Rest of Everything (why, not pretentious at all), the Intergalactic Princess (don’t even ask), Martha Star Jones-Smith, Mickey Mouse, Everyone’s Favourite Reindeer and, obviously, Jackie.
I finally finished. It’s not even half as good as I would like it to be, but oh well. I hope you enjoy it. And also, I’m still upset I couldn’t include Donna properly.
because the lovely and talented @hanluvr requested Rose + Tentoo for 20. In a fantasy/medieval inspired outfit and now I have approximately 8000 headcanons in which Sera Rose Tyler, Knight of the Powells, along with a mysterious mage known only as the Doctor, travel the countryside offering aid to those in great need (sometimes on foot, but often in the Doctor’s fantastic flying contraption, the great Airship TARDIS); Rose never asks how he always seems to know who needs them most, or how the TARDIS works, or even his own name–in return, he says nothing about her scars, or the great wolf’s-pelt about her shoulders, or how her golden eye, for all that it should be blind, seems to see the world in a way no one else can. (Neither of them mentions how at night, their dreams are full of fantastic things–stars, strange creatures, other worlds, former lives, and each other…)
patrick stump is real but you can only see him at 3 am behind a studio under a quarter moon, when the light hits the window just right and you see him smile. he looks at his phone, and for a moment, you become hopeful again. you wonder if maybe he’ll tweet, but he just opens candy crush again. he plays in silence for a few minutes until he suddenly stops, gets up, and vanishes.
you dial pete wentz. “he’s alive,” you tell him, igniting a grin in the emo’s face. “he’s alive.”
The grandeur of 1950s giant invertebrate science fiction cinema.
Them! (1954) Tarantula (1955) The Black Scorpion (1957) The Deadly Mantis (1957) Beginning of the End (1957) Monster from Green Hell (1957) The Monster that Challenged the World (1957) Earth vs the Spider (1958)
and a bonus doodle, because one can look up to more than one person after all…
(already delighted at the prospect of his school’s “dress up as your hero” day–it’s not every day that you get to wear a purpley-blue leather jacket and great stompy boots while you brag about your big sister’s universe-saving adventures, is it?–tony could barely contain his excitement when rose picked him up at the end of the day in a costume of her own, swiped straight out of their mum’s closet)
(jackie tutted something about “stealing my clothes” under her breath even as her eyes watered)
It’s time to celebrate our favorite metacrisis! Join us October 2 for a day of fic, art, gifs, videos, playlists, manips, edits… whatever fanworks you create.
How do I participate? Use the tag #tentoosday (no apostrophe) to tag your work as part of the event. You can @-mention us at @doctorroseprompts and tag us too (#doctorroseprompts) to make sure we see it and reblog it.
I’m nervous I don’t know enough about Tentoo. That’s ok, Skyler has a handy list of meta links in her Fandom Guide here (x).
Why now? Here in the US, the date is 10/2 because unlike everyone else in the world, we put the month first and the day second. (Yes, we are willing to do this again in February for all the non-US people out there.)
Alright, I’m ready! Where are my prompts? Glad you asked! Right under the cut. Here we go:
I sort of see this as them having snuck into a broom closet in the lower levels of Torchwood for a little alone time when suddenly they’re interrupted by strange sounds and hushed voices and as they push open the door a crack to try to see what’s going on they realize they’ve inadvertently stumbled onto some nefarious, clandestine plot that threatens the fate of the entire planet. Which of course is just basically another day in the life for these two.