the doctor and amy pond and the days that never came


every series of doctor who [5/9] →  series five

Oh, that box, Amy. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient. And the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Woulda had Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came.


get to know me meme: favorite relationships [1/5] - eleventh doctor and amy pond

↳ It’s funny, I thought, if you could hear me, I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you’ll have a mum and dad, and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best. (…) And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond… and the days that never came. The cracks are closing. But they can’t close properly ‘til I’m on the other side. I don’t belong here anymore. I think I’ll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. Bye-bye, Pond.


“It’s funny, I thought, if you could hear me, I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you’ll have a mum and dad, and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time, brand-new and ancient, and the bluest blue, ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond… and the days that never came ..”

about me - 5? fave tv shows: Doctor Who (2010-2013)

The lineage of newWho

9. Nine was weird. He was a soldier, still. he wore a leather jacket and walked like a broken man. He had lost everything in the fire, and every day he lived he lost more. He had seen his friends die, his comrades, his family and all those innocent people he never had the time to meet. And he could see them dying. Again. And again. And again. Until he couldn’t do anything else but stare. Knowing he was responsible. He had fixed it now, yes, but for what cost? And he looked around, and he saw planets, still burning from fires he could never put out on his own. 

And rose came. And she brought peace and happiness and for her, he would go to the end of the universe for her. How full of innocence she was, sleeping in a room made of pink, but already understanding how the world seemed to work. And how it didn’t. Full of opinions is a good way to describe the girl he first met. He didn’t like Mickey much, the guy was aggressive and competitive more than that he had brains. So he took her with him and he loved her. And Jack came, admits war and destruction, and he saw a man turn good. So he came along too. And in the end, he loved them more than he hated the Daleks. 

So he turned good too. Love above hate, that is how you could describe him the best, he was a good man, living in a nightmare.

10. Ten was smiles. And laughter. He jumped around like a little puppy trying not to stay still for too long. Ten griefed. A lifetime in war feeling like past. But still pressing on his back. he saved people. Many of them. Took them with him to see the wonder in their eyes. They were happy, so was he. 

But he could get angry too. Angry for those people that still did wrong, a lifetime of war, bigger than they could imagine. And still, it happened. Again and again. But he loved Rose, and he accepted Mickey for the boy loved Rose too. So he accepted his fate with it. he was the man who saved, rarely thanked. Not deserving forgiveness, not deserving praise, but secretly wishing it. And when he feared that he had lost the feeling. The feeling of guilt. He counted. The children of Gallifrey, the people he had to protect. But there were simply too many.

And he lost Rose. Like he had lost Jack. And then came Martha brilliant and clever. She realised her mistakes and realised that the Doctor didn’t fit in her life, so she left him, and he let her go. Sad, because he had no family to put above his companions. And Donna came and she brought Wilfred. Donna was different. She didn’t take any of the bullshit of his grief, she didn’t let him determine her life. And he needed her. Needed her when he almost gave up on time, seeing all events as inevitable. It wasn’t her fault that he took too far.

In the end, you could say that he held onto his grief for too long. Because after grief comes acceptance. And he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasn’t ready for a life without that guilt weighing on him. He was young in a way. Young and still foolishly in love. Perhaps losing that love was the best thing that happened to him, perhaps the worst. But he found other love in other people, some understanding, some not. But he learned from all. And when he died, he finally accepted that it was all over, even the four knocks faded away. Gallifrey couldn’t be saved, but he could.

11. And now we come to eleven. His supposedly final life. Eleven seemed younger in many ways, trying to hide the wrinkles in his soul with a bowtie and quick feet. he needed Amy Pond and Rory Williams. They taught him that love sometimes means patience, and in turn, he showed them the universe. Gave them a wedding never to forget and fought every planet in the sky to get their child back.

But amidst all that. Amidst all the running and wonders and quick hellos. He waited. He saved planets and he waited. He waited for something he couldn’t really pinpoint until it was said out loud: he wanted to be forgiven. He had saved so many worlds. He had fixed the rough edges of the time war, restarted the universe itself. And now he wanted to retire, find a nice spot and just lie down. But as long as no one told him that he was allowed to do that, he couldn’t now. So he saved some more worlds, some more planets. And still, it wasn’t enough.

People didn’t seem to learn. He’d save them and a hundred years later they needed him again. And again. They were dictators and idiots and hypocrites. So when he saw his friends in pain, when he saw them lose a child. He flipped out. And he exploded. And he couldn’t be stopped anymore. It started when he was ten, but now, he knew how he could break people. He knew what hurt more and pressed on it till they fled when his name was said. 

It’s why he needed River. Of all people. The person he had hunted down the world for, standing in front of him, his wife. His love. Not yet now, but someday. And she didn’t show him patience when he was angry. She didn’t show him hatred either. She showed him a different kind of love, the kind that is appropriate for the way he was acting. A twelve-year-old. 

So, in the end, he needed her the most. The woman who tested his morality but didn’t take any bullshit from him at all. For her, he grew up. 

And when Clara came, so alike Donna but without the armour to protect herself. He could laugh with her and promise protection. He opened his palm for her, but she was the one to grab it. He wasn’t all grown up, still with a liking to bow ties and weird presents. But he needed her now. Someone who could grab control, who didn’t take bullshit and believed in an infinite number of second chances. She didn’t need compliments, she needed achievements, so she strived for greatness, even if greatness was beyond her. I always loved their chemistry. 

12. Now he had lived longer than any timelord. And he had learned not to hide. He didn’t cover up his wrinkles, and instead of a younger face gave himself the right to complain and the mission to give everyone a chance. He had a home, he couldn’t find and when he did, he didn’t need it. He was a learned man, a magician. And in his earlier regeneration years, complicated.

He didn’t fit in one category or the other. He was many things but not stupid for not knowing. And he asked his friends. But even his friends couldn’t tell him what his morality was supposed to be. What “right” was. Which viewpoint the ultimate. 

And while Clara decided she wanted a normal life next to the adventures, and Missy just really liked thump wrestling with nuclear weapons and earth on the line too much, he was lost. But he slowly found it again. With River. And with himself. And in impossible heroes and brave soldiers. He learned that love is a promise, you never break. So he promised Missy he would show her the universe if she just turned good.

Clara decided her own fate, as she always had. And he was stubborn enough to interfere and give her a second chance. For her, he wiped his memory. And when Bill arrived, he didn’t do it for the same reason. 

There are many things to tell and to know about twelve, the many decisions he made. He was a madman and a lover and a friend and manual, all in one. You can’t give him one moral when morality was his confusion. Sympathy, not his area. Even when everything in your area, some things are just too hard. And in the end, what will kill him? I personally believe, only he can. When he accepts too, that the time of grief is over. He isn’t a soldier anymore. 

And only then thirteen can take her place and start the new day. At Christmas, the new era begins. I wish Jodie Whittaker and Chris Chibnall the best of luck. And I trust that we as Whovians can do the same. In the end, it’s a show for kids, after all. 

anonymous asked:

Slightly odd request but I love your head canon lists and was wondering if you could do one for some LGBT+ characters in Who? If possible New Who as I'm not all that familiar with the Classics (I'm sorry, shoot me). Only if you're able to of course, it must be really time consuming! Xoxo -a whovian who is feeling really shitty about their bisexuality today

not odd at all!!! i’m sorry you’re feeling shitty, i hope this can make you feel a little better,,, also this turned out Really long im so sorry

under the cut!!

Keep reading

Fic: Sunflowers

Just a little snippet for River Song Appreciation Day :)

River knocks on the Ponds’ door and stands waiting. “You should visit your mum soon,” the Doctor had told her just the other day, looking unusually solemn. “She needs you, I think.” And River, never quite knowing with the Doctor whether staying away from Amy (and Rory) would result in another universe-ending paradox, had gone.

Fear coils in her lungs, fear that is only ever aroused by the Ponds and their grief—Amy pointing a gun at her, wild with pain and shock and sudden loss. Rory, gentle Rory, with a set to his chin and hardness in his eyes that had never before been there when he looked at her. The sudden drop in her stomach as she realized she was afraid, really afraid, that her parents would leave her forever, that Amy’s bossing of Mels would be the only scraps of parenthood she had.

Keep reading

Snapshots Of Our Lives - 13th Doctor x Reader


A 13th Doctor x Reader with the prompt: 67. “it’s so easy to fall in love with you.” was requested by @cryofthewolf.

Do you want to request something with a prompt? Click HERE for the prompt list!

I don’t know, I’m not really satisfied with this one. I don’t know. I’ve been a bit writer blocked lately and this… I don’t know.

The Doctor pointed her sonic screwdriver at the console. She had told Y/N she was fixing it so she had to appear busy. Every now and then she felt her companion’s eyes on her back.

Y/N L/N was curled up on one of the seats and was reading a book. When she flipped a page she looked up and the Doctor immediately looked away. It was hard to stop looking at Y/N, the Doctor thought.

The Doctor sat down also, she couldn’t help but look at Y/N again. She was still dressed in her nightgown and was not wearing any make-up. Her hair was messy, combed through with haste. Her eyes went left and right, her eye lashes fluttering, her mouth sometimes falling open a bit. She looked cute, the Doctor thought. Pretty.

Y/N looked up and the Doctor looked away again, studying the wall. She still preferred looking at Y/N, though.

Keep reading

The Director and The Lead

For the @timepetalsprompts​ ‘Fall play or musical’ prompt

rating: Teen

John Smith struggles to talk to Rose Tyler, who is the absolutely beautiful lead in a play that he is student directing.  She distracts him in ways she couldn’t even imagine, how could she really not notice?

read it on AO3 here!

He wasn’t sure when he’d been put in charge of the fall play.  He probably volunteered when he wasn’t really paying any attention, and that was fine, because he was also in charge of Rose Tyler.

In his grade, beautiful, way out of his league Rose Tyler.

She was the lead, because she was brilliant, and it was really very difficult.  He had to direct her, as he was the student director, and he often fumbled papers around her or dropped things or honestly, just made a bloody fool of himself.  She never made fun of him or snickered like the others onstage did, just watched him carefully.  

She would nod when he gave her directions, and give him a bright smile that made him drop his folders.  It was really unfair. She was beautiful, and she definitely knew it, she had to know it, how could someone that beautiful not know they were?

“Are you alright?” The head director of the play asked, furrowing his brow at John.  John nodded, smiling.

“Brilliant. Just nervous for them, you know, opening week is… Next week.”

“Yep,” the director nodded.  “Just… Keep your wits about you, John.”

Heading out of rehearsal that day, he ran into Rose, and it was lucky that he wasn’t holding any folders that he could easily drop at a moment’s notice.

“Hi, John,” She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Um, I had some questions about rehearsal, if I could walk with you to your car?”

“S-sure!” He nodded vigorously, arranging his bag over his shoulder.  “Let’s-” he gestured in front of him and she started walking towards the door with him.

He swallowed hard, barely daring to believe that Rose Tyler was walking next to him and not making noises of disgust because she was so unbelievably out of his league.

“You had questions?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Rose nodded, hooking her thumbs in the straps of her backpack. “I’m just a little nervous, and I was wondering if you think I’m alright at this part? And I’m serious, like… I’m afraid I’m not doing it right.”

He blinked. How could she not know that she was brilliant?  “Rose… You’re so talented.”

She smiled. “But am I good at the part?  A very talented actor can give a very bad performance, John.”

He tugged his ear, nodding. “That’s true,” he said slowly, “But you definitely… You’re definitely good at this.  And I’m not just saying that, I would tell you if I was just saying that,” he smield a little.  “You’re good, Rose, really good.”

“I just…” She sighed. “You seem so distracted in rehearsal, I just wonder why sometimes. Like maybe I’m not good enough to hold your attention.”

John felt his jaw drop and he stopped walking to stare at her, his mouth open. Rose noticed that he stopped and turned to face him, her cheeks red. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

“I- I- I-” he shook his head. “Rose, I promise, you have my full attention at every rehearsal. I always thought I gave you good notes, in rehearsals.”

“You do!” She said, trying to reassure him, “You do. You do.  I really appreciate it too, I kind of wonder why you don’t act.”

He shrugged and started walking again, catching up to her and holding the front door to the school open for her. She thanked him and ducked under his arm to get through.  He jerked his head to start walking towards his car.

“So you- You don’t hate me?”

At this point, John was close to losing his mind. How could a girl so beautiful, so talented, and so kind think that he hated her? How was that even possible.  If he was a wise man, he would have fallen at her feet and told her exactly how he felt about her, how he wished he could take her to prom or do something to have an excuse to hold her, about the waist or just holding her hand.  God, he wanted to hold her hand.

Instead of any of that, though, he tripped over his feet and stumbled for a moment.

“I don’t hate you!” He said, turning to her.

She was crimson now, blushing so deeply that she couldn’t even look at him. She gnawed on her bottom lip, her eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at him.  “Well, I just thought that maybe you did, because you don’t say hello to me in school, outside of practice. I mean, we’re in the same English class and you don’t even look at me.”

John didn’t look at her in class because she was terribly, terribly distracting and he wanted to focus on his studies so he could get into a good Uni.  He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, taking a step closer to her.

“Rose, I don’t hate you,” he said, “I really don’t, I don’t think I ever could.”

“Then why aren’t we friends?”

He swallowed. “Do you need a ride home?”

She shook her head. “I’ll walk,” she said glumly, turning away.

He reached out and grabbed her arm. “Wait,” He said anxiously, “Let me drive you home.”
She looked down at his hand on her.  “You’ll just ignore me when we come back to school tomorrow.”

“I won’t, “ he rushed to say. “I promise, I won’t.”

She looked up into his eyes, searching for a moment, before nodding. “Okay.”

So, after that he was pretty sure he was never going to drive anyone anywhere again because she sat in his front seat and they chatted idly all the way back and she was actually quite easy to talk to. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so nervous.  He was still nervous, with sweaty palms and racing heart.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before she got out of the car. She nodded and hesitated for a moment, before leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek, saying a quick “Bye!” and darting out of the car.

He sat in the parking lot to her apartment complex for about five minutes, just memorizing the feel of her, before driving home.

And they did talk, over the next few days, until finally it was opening night, and Rose was feeling much more confident about everything, really. She was much easier to talk to than he had anticipated, and they had quite a lot in common.  Unfortunately though, the kiss she had pressed to his cheek had been a one time thing, which was… Fine, really.  She was near him, and that was really all he had wanted anyway.

He had bought her a bouquet of roses, which he hoped she wouldn’t think was a bit too on the nose.  He knocked on the girl’s dressing room door, waiting for an answer.

“Who is it?” One of the supporting characters in the play, Amy Pond, called out.

“It’s John, I just need to talk to Rose before the show.”
“I’m coming!” Rose called out.  “I’ll meet you in the hall, John.”

John took the three steps to the door to the hallway behind the stage.  He stood there until Rose came out, completely in costume, makeup and hair done.  She beamed at him.  “Hello,” she said, shutting the hall door behind her.

They stood together in the empty art hall of the school, the breeze from the outside coming under the door and hitting his ankles though his suit pants.  

“I bought you flowers,” he said, extending the bouquet to her.  She gasped and reached for them, gathering them into her arms.

“Oh, John, they’re beautiful.”
“I was a little afraid you would think they were on the nose, too weird, maybe, because they’re roses-”

He stopped when she stepped forward and threw her arms around him.  He took advantage of the moment and held her around the waist, ignoring the thorn from the rose that was poking him in the back.

She pulled back a little and kissed him on the mouth, but only pulled back after a moment.  He stopped her by reaching up to cup her cheek and draw her back to him.  They kissed for just a few moments before she pulled back and pressed her forehead to his.

“Thank you for the flowers,” She said softly.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” He blurted out.

She pulled back from his forehead and looked him in the eye. “Really?”

He nodded. “We could go out to eat, if you’d like, after the play.  To celebrate?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’d love to,” She said.  

“Great!”  He beamed at her.  “Break a leg.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

Because he could, he leaned forwards and kissed her again.  She ran her free hand into his hair, tugging it a little.  He pulled back with a pop, staring at her with mouth agape.

“We can… We can explore that later.”

She giggled and carried her flowers back through the hall door, and John had to restrain himself from punching the air.  He went to sit in the audience, and as he thought, Rose Tyler was fantastic.  

And the two of them were fantastic together.

Imagine Amy comforting you during a panic attack

Originally posted by doctorwhogeneration

You’d been on edge all day. It was like stretching a rubber band further and further, the tension buiding until it came down with a very painful snap. You were leaning against the railing in the TARDIS control room, trying desperately to keep calm. The doctor was beneath the console messing with the cables while Amy was looking at the various screens scattered around, sometimes passing the doctor a tool or two.

Keep reading

A Study in Pond

Today I’ll be addressing a subject that repeatedly crops up in fandom and that is the work and times of Amelia Pond.

An argument that is repeatedly trotted out against Amy is that she’s “unrealistic” for having so many “unrelated” professions.

First of all, even if this were true, it would not be unrealistic. A lot of people jump from job to wildly different job throughout their lifetimes, especially when they’re young and are just trying to establish work experience and pay their bills. Later in life they may find something suited to them and get into that field, while still others never stop jumping from job to job without any link except the fact that it provides a paycheck. That is life and that is realistic.

But it is not Amy Pond. The ancestry of every single job Amy has ever held can be traced back to her first episode, “The Eleventh Hour.”

When we first meet Amelia, she is alone in her bedroom on Easter, praying to Santa in her Scottish accent to send help to fix the crack in her wall that she can hear things from, a story nobody believes. When she hears the TARDIS, she looks out her window and runs outside in the dead of night to check it out and when a sopping, strange man climbs out of it, she engages in conversation with him.

This relatively short amount of time gives us crucial information about Amelia. From her praying to Santa, we glean that she is a believer in magic and the impossible. From her sleeping every night next to the crack and then running into the darkness to confront the TARDIS and the weird man inside of it, we know that she’s daring and brave even in the face of her fear which she masks expertly. We also note that she’s keenly observant.

The Doctor deduces the same later, when he learns of the crack in her wall. Before that, she invites him into her house and puts up with the trial and error of cooking for him. She reveals that despite her Scottish accent, she’s in England because she “had to move” and “it’s rubbish.” She has no parents, just a neglectful aunt.

From this we learn that she’s fiercely independent, she’s not afraid to speak her mind, she’s already made a giant geographic and cultural transition in her young life and is unsatisfied, and when she puts her mind to something she works until she succeeds.

When the Doctor returns twelve years later than promised and Amy finds him intruding in her house, she hits him over the head with a cricket bat and handcuffs him to the radiator. She then comes up with an impromptu performance, including using an English accent, about pretending to be a policewoman and suspects him in the disappearance of Amelia Pond.

From this see her resourcefulness and her storytelling abilities.

And finally, at the end of the episode, the camera pans across Amy’s room revealing handmade dolls of herself, the Doctor, and an impressively accurate TARDIS.

This tells us Amy is not only creative, but a creator.

Kiss-o-gram (“The Eleventh Hour”)

The first job Amy holds is as a kiss-o-gram. She’s nineteen and she describes it as going around in different costumes and kissing people, “It’s a laugh.” This is a job for someone who’s unafraid of walking into a room of random people, under any number of circumstances, and kissing a random stranger.

We already saw that as a child, Amelia was unafraid of walking outside in the dead of night and approaching a random man who just climbed out of a mysterious box in her front yard and inviting him into her home. Check.

Model (“Closing Time,” “Asylum of the Daleks,” and “Imaginary Enemies”)

Later in her life, after the Doctor has decided to stop traveling with Amy and Rory following the events of “The God Complex,” he discovers Amy’s larger than life photograph on an advertisement on a mall wall in Colchester. By the time of her impending divorce with Rory, she’s immersed herself in photoshoots. This is a job that requires a person to be in the public eye and where people are always weighing their opinion in on a person’s appearance. A high amount of self confidence in one’s own image is key in long term success for this career.

Amy’s previous job as a kiss-o-gram establishes that she is confident in her sexuality and has no problem showing her body off to a lot of people, especially those she doesn’t know, even when she knows she will be judged on these choices. Check.

Business owner (“Closing Time” and “Imaginary Enemies”)

Amy is not just a model for a perfume line, she created and marketed the perfume line. We know this because of the name, Petrichor, and the perfume’s tagline, “For the girl who’s tired of waiting.” Both of these are unique to Amy. Both the product and the marketing are part of multi-billion dollar industries, meaning the name and especially the tagline did not occur by random happenstance. Amy was directly involved in the branding and marketing decisions for this perfume. There is no way, as a random model, she would have been allowed such enormous decisions. If she was just a pretty face for their perfume, the product would’ve been had a name and tagline long before she was hired to pose for their ad. The name comes from “The Doctor’s Wife” and the tagline is a play on one of the nicknames the Doctor gave her, The Girl Who Waited. It’s successful, too, because when little Allie sees Amy in the mall, she doesn’t think twice about asking for Amy’s autograph. To run a successful business, you need a sharp mind and a strong capability for leadership. To market, you need to be highly creative and very observant of your consumer base to know what will appeal to their sensibilities. You must be prepared to fail and try again, over and over.

As far back as her childhood, Amy has been inventing things. The moment we meet her, she thanks Santa for bringing her pencils. On her dresser we see those pencils, along with drawing paper and drawings and paintings plastered all over her room. Remember the dolls and TARDIS toys she handmade, inspired by her meeting with the Doctor? She carries this love of inventing into her adulthood and uses it to create her own products inspired by her own life. In this case, she draws inspiration from her experience on the TARDIS in “The Doctor’s Wife.” Check.

Amy is ripe with determination. When the Doctor says he loves apples, Amelia gets him an apple and calls him on it later when he says he hates apples. She does the same with yogurt. She isn’t discouraged when he throws a fit about bacon, beans, or bread and butter. She takes the Doctor’s nitpicky setbacks in stride. Later, when her parents send her to four psychiatrists, she never gives into them; she never stops fighting because someone, several someones, told her she was wrong. Check.

If you want observant, you want Amy Pond. As a child she saw “Police Box” on the Doctor’s TARDIS and when he told her he was a doctor, she called him out because his box said “police.” After the Doctor fails to come back for her as promised, she makes a stunningly accurate toy TARDIS from memory. On Starship UK, she noticed that the monster didn’t eat the children and in fact played with them instead. She made a critical connection between the Doctor choosing to help her as a child and the Star Whale coming to the rescue of the UK’s most innocent subjects. After meeting scheming Prime Minister Churchill and seeing his obsession with procuring the TARDIS, she doesn’t miss a beat when he pickpockets the Doctor’s TARDIS key and demands it back. While trapped with a Weeping Angel emerging from a television screen, she noticed a blip in the footage and disconnected the power on the blip, stopping the Angel from fully materializing. In 1969 she encounters a Silent in the bathroom and realizes that when you look away from it, you forget it. She get around this problem, she takes a picture of it on her cell phone. She remembers that the TARDIS operates through telepathic circuits and realizes that the password must be thought, not spoken. On her first day in Apalapucia, she saw the handbots knock themselves out with their anesthetic hands and learned to escape them by turning them on each other. Over and over Amy demonstrates exceptional skills of observation and problem solving. Check.

Travel writer (“The Power of Three”)

Still later in her life, when she and Rory have begun to settle down for a second time and try to establish a little stability in their “non-Doctor lives,” Amy begins writing travel articles for magazines. This is job that requires A) the desire and means to travel and B) the ability to tell a good story. In order to sell a location (or heavily advise against it), you have to be masterful with your words.

Amy has always been a storyteller. As a child, she recounted vividly what happened when the Doctor came to town. She roped Rory into games where he had to dress up as the Doctor and much of Leadworth knew about her fanciful tales. She was eventually sent to psychiatrists to talk her out of her “delusions.” When she encounters the Doctor again as an adult, she immediately concocts a fiction about being a policewoman and the mystery of missing Amelia. To her father-in-law, she and Rory come up with a story about how they went traveling to Thailand when they first got married. Amy experienced an evolution in her ability to tell stories. She went from screaming the unabashed truth to realizing that however true something might be, it also has to be believable. In order to write successful articles for a contemporary travel magazine, she had to be adept at abridging her stories for exciting yet believable travels and honing her skills to curb the truth, such as traveling to Venice and leaving out the part about it being 1580, is something she’s had to perfect so people see her as believable instead of delusional. Check.

Of course, she did travel. She traveled with and without Rory, all over space and time. But she was a traveler long before she met the Doctor. She was forced to travel from Scotland to Leadworth and yearned to escape Leadworth her entire childhood. Check.

Publisher (“The Angels Take Manhattan”)

In the latter part of her life, her post-Doctor life, Amy chooses to be sent back to 1938 New York City to be with her husband. This is where she lives until she dies, an immigrant in another country. Once again, she’s forced to start her life and career all over again and this time she does it by becoming a publisher. We know this because A) River sends her book, Melody Malone: Private Detective in Old Town New York, back in time to her mother to be published, B) Amy writes the afterward to the book, and C) the publisher stamp on the spine of the book says “Pond Riversandwiched between two wavy water symbols. Becoming a successful publisher is hard enough on its own, let alone becoming a successful female publisher in the face of the sexist 1930s and the decades that follow. But Amelia Williams did.

Amy is no stranger to starting her own business from the ground up. Her experience with her Petrichor perfume line primed her for this. She did exactly the same as she did before and put her determination, creativity, ability to invent, and inspiration from her own life to use to create Pond River and ensure it thrived. Check.

Moreover, Amy was a survivor. She landed in 1938 with nothing but her husband and the clothes on her back, but Amy has always made the most with little to nothing. When the Doctor arrived in her house twelve years after he said, she was caught off guard, but put to use the things she had: a cricket bat and her kissogram police uniform. When she she needed to get through a locked street on Starship UK, she picked the lock with a hair pin. When she needed to leave a message for the Doctor and Rory on Apalapucia and didn’t have a pen, she left it in lipstick. When she had to survive for four decades on a deserted planet against an army of robots attempting to kill her, she tricked the robots into disabling one another and disassembled them, using their spare parts as armor. She even had the genius to hack the computer system to use in her favor and build her own sonic screwdriver out of scraps. When she wanted to get one final message to the Doctor with no way to talk to him, she left it in a foreword of her daughter’s book. Surviving and thriving for the remainder of her life in a well populated foreign country was nothing by comparison. Check.

Children’s author (“The Bells of Saint John” and Summer Falls and Other Stories)

Not only did Amy write afterwards, forewards, and publish for others, she began writing children’s literature and became famous for it.

After serving as a travel writer and being inundated with stories for Pond River, not to mention her childhood of storytelling, it was no surprise Amy eventually began writing for children herself. She was a child with a vibrant imagination, steeped in fantasy enough to pray to Santa, and she intimately knew the needs of children to escape unsavory lives. Check.

As she did with her perfume line, her travel writing, and her publishing company, she used her life experiences as inspiration to fuel her work such as modeling Kate Webster and the Caretaker off herself and the Doctor and deciding to write a story about a little girl with special powers, lost on the streets of New York, after her daughter. Check.

To say that Amy Pond didn’t do anything, to say that she flitted from job to job with no rhyme or reason, is not only baseless, it’s blatantly dishonest. As dissected above, every one of Amy’s jobs are rooted in carefully constructed characterization established in seven-year-old Amelia Pond during “The Eleventh Hour.” Furthermore, each job builds off of the skills and requirements from the job(s) that came before it. Amy’s skill sets were demonstrated time and again in her “Doctor life” and “non-Doctor life.” She was a literal technical genius, on par with the likes of Torchwood’s resident tech genius, Toshiko Sato, who corrected faulty blueprints for another sonic device with far more resources at her disposal than Amy possessed on Apalapucia. Amy was creative, she was observant, she was an inventor, she was a businesswoman.

America was lucky to get her in her latter years, because she is the epitome of our “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” success narrative. Amy Pond was able to do it more than once because that was at the core of who she was.


I’m nipping under the wire with a small offering for River/Doctor day :)

“I don’t see why we couldn’t have just used the Tardis,” the Doctor complained, angrily flipping his hair out of his eyes. “We could have gone to the height of Artatraxil’s golden age, if you’re so curious about it. I took Amy there once, as a matter of fact. Why do we have to dig?”

At a different time—perhaps even earlier that day—River might have waxed eloquent regarding the value of hard work, the thrill of discovery, the need for grounding and permanence, and so on. Now, she just shot him a glare. “I seem to remember you asking that five minutes ago. You—” she poked him in the chest—"need to be more patient, sweetie. Maybe this will teach you.“

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hmm… how about a headcanon about how Riley and Farkle name their children? (I know you touched on how Penny got her name, but the others might be interesting to delve into.)

  • Riley keeps wanting to give them fucking space names or something equally as weird like she’s definitely one of those weird/celebrity parents that keep coming up with ridiculous names and Farkle is just like s t o p
  • Every time she mentions a new name she likes he’s a ball of rage okay he’s jus t like “I HAD TO GROW UP AS FARKLE AND YOUR MOTHER HAD TO GROW UP AS TOPANGA. WE CANNOT DO THIS TO OUR KIDS RILEY. WE HAVE TO BE BETTER. WE MUST LEARN FROM OUR ANCESTORS M I S T A K E S
  • And Riley’s just like c h i l l
  • And they had to give up on the Battle of the Superior Name thing they did with Penny omfg. They never again had another perfect naming moment like that. Riley just kept throwing out names like “Comet” and “Ganymede” and Farkle’s just like “HOW ABOUT SAMANTHA OR ARIEL HOLY SHIT”
  • And they can just never agree and there is no one on Earth willing to be their tie breaker holy shit so they can’t do that anything
  • So Riley starts trying to pull the “I’m the one shoving this kid out of me I get naming rights” card
  • But Farkle is like “Riley if you want to name our babies Clarinette and Jupiter than you are going to have to PHYSICALLY FIGHT ME”
  • “Okay Babe if we only ever know 2 things for certain, it’s 1, you would never lay a finger on me, and 2, PREGNANT OR NOT I COULD KICK YOUR ASS ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.”
  • So eventually they decide to just NOT name the twins until they’re delivered. They’re like “This is fine we’ll see their faces and the perfect names will just come to us.”
  • They are in the hospital for 4 days because they cannot think of names for these poor babies.
  • So now they are #panicking
  • And the family keeps trying to chime in right like Cory is just like “Name both of them Barbra” and Maya just keeps referencing the opening scene of finding Nemo which make Josh and Auggie demand that at least one of the kids be named Nemo
  • And no one else has any fucking suggestions right so Riley is like ‘you know what fuck this”, throws open a baby name book to a random page, closes her eyes and jams two fingers down onto the pages. She opens her eyes, sees the names she landed on, and she’s like “Okay guys say hello to Cassandra Nemo Minkus and her equally beautiful twin Cleo Barbra Minkus” and Farkle is just s c r e a m i n g but hey at least they’re relatively normal names lmao
  • Cory’s all but blessing himself because finally, there’s technically a Barbra in his family lmao
  • Okay so their third pregnancy
  • Farkle liked the name Carrie but Riley’s like “wtf have you SEEN that movie” but he would not be swayed
  • Until Penny threw a mild little-kid fit bc she hated that both her sisters names started with the same letter and hers didn’t and “If you add another C name I’ll be the family outcast isn’t it bad enough I’m so much older than everyone else” and they were like S w e e t i e
  • So any and all ‘C’ names were out from that point on lmao
  • So Riley starts pushing to name this kid some variation of “Morotia M. Black” and Farkle’s like “I want a divorce oh my G o d”
  • But then they just sorta start, like, passive aggressively throwing names at each other
  • Like instead of saying ‘the baby or whatever’ in conversation, Riley would be like “Oh we gotta paint Artemis’ nursery soon, I’m thinking we should go with yellow.” and Farkle’s like “Why yellow? Maybe Charlotte will love the color green!” and Riley’s like “If Saturn ends up liking the color green, we can repaint it when she’s old enough to tell us.” and Farkle will be like “ But what if Robin’s to shy to let us know?” lmao like that’s a normal conversation about the baby for them. They just keep switching out the names
  • Okay so then one day when Riley is at the Height of her hormones, Farkle comes home from work and she is just. Sobbing on the kitchen floor holding a tub of ice cream and a baby name book.
  • So he can never handle Riley crying so he’s like “Babe what’s wrong???” and he’s fussing about her and it takes her like 5 minutes to calm down enough to speak.
  • And when she can she’s like “I JUST LOVE THE NAME TESSA SO FUCKING MUCH” and just bursts into tears again and Farkle’s like???? Okay???? We can name the baby Tessa then???? Please stop crying?????
  • So that made her happy lmao
  • So then they gotta come up with a middle name for her right and Riley’s got her heart set on a spacey name
  • But then one day Farkle was like “Oooooh my God babe my great aunt Amelia who I was super close to but never talked about just died and we can’t make it to her funeral. She helped deliver me when my mother went into labor in the Amazon rain forest and fought off a pack of jaguars that tried to eat me when I was a newborn. She taught me how to walk even though she had no legs and no prosthetics. She single handedly ended World Hunger in one small country somewhere South of the Equator. She invented the machine that slices bread. She gave me open heart surgery when I was 3 years old. She saved the lives of at least 20 Presidents of the United States. What a woman. I’ m so upset we can’t make it to her funeral. We need to make Tessa’s middle name Amelia in her honor, Riley, we just have to! I’m going to miss her so much!!!”
  • And then he makes a show of dramatically falling on their bed and weeping into his pillow, and Riley doesn’t even fucking look up from her book for a second of this whole thing and just says in an uninterested voice “I know you’re lying to me. I know you just want to name the baby after Amy Pond from Doctor Who.” lmao
  • But she lets him win this one so that’s how Tessa Amelia came about
  • Farkle keeps insisting that he wasn’t lying about his Great Aunt Amelia. He maintains it to literally his dying day.
  • Okay we’ve reached the final pregnancy
  • What the fuck do you mean it’s twins again???
  • Okay so they go back to the passive aggressive name thing they did with Tessa originally right
  • And then one day while talking about the babies Farkle used the name ‘Leo’ and Riley burst into tears and he’s like “Whelp guess we named our son” lmao
  • The decide to go with ‘Cornelius’ for his middle name bc obvi they both adore Cory and think he deserves the honor
  • Cory cried when he found out lmao
  • They can not think of a name for this poor girl twin tho omfg
  • And Farkle is like “We’ll come up with a name eventually this is fine” but Riley is on edge bc technically speaking the baby girl is the “surprise/unplanned” twin bc they had only really agreed to try for a 5th baby bc they both wanted a boy
  • And Riley feels like she’s emotionally letting her unborn daughter down by naming the ‘planned’ twin so much earlier than her omg
  • Like she spends a full 3 months being very upset about this and being frustrated
  • Okay so Farkle will sometimes come up with the goofiest pet names for Riley right
  • Like they kinda have an unspoken competition of trying to one-up each other with ridiculous names in affection you feel???
  • And one day Farkle calls Riley his “beautiful supernova” or something like that and Riley starts crying and he’s like ‘wHAT DID I DO”
  • And Farkle’s just like…shit it is cute oh no
  • So that’s how they get Nova lmao
  • And then they dedicate like a week or so to coming up with a middle name for her and they mention it to Riley’s parents one day and Topanga is like “Hello. It is I. The woman who has done everything for both of you and you have not named a child after me yet.”
  • And Cory’s cracking tf up and Riley’s just like “Mom I’m about to make this kid’s middle name Jennifer out of spite” omfg
  • But Riley and Farkle are mostly willing to go with Topanga even tho Farkle had his heart set on normal names, but she had a point lol
  • But then. Tragedy strikes.
  • RIP Alan Matthews.
  • So suddenly it’s a fucking super emotional time for everyone and the official naming game is left in the dust because the whole family is grieving
  • But after the twins are born Riley tells everyone she’s making Nova’s middle name ‘Alana’ and everyone. cries a lot.
  • It’s a very bittersweet moment but it made Amy smile for the first time in a while so Riley’s sure it was the best choice.
  • So yes the Minkus Clan consists of Penelope Pluto, Cassandra Nemo, Cleo Barbra, Tessa Amelia, Nova Alana, and Leo Cornelius. They are all very adorable and loved by all.
  • ugh riarkle

I bug on moffat a lot because in recent years his writing has decreased in quality BUT allow me to say that some of my absolute favorite quotes in the universe come from series 5/6 episodes of Doctor Who that were written by him like:

  • “The universe is big, its vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”
  • “Life is a mess everyone has memories of a holiday they couldn’t have been on, or a party they never went to, or met someone for the first time and felt like they’ve know them their whole lives. Time is being written all around us everyday. People think their memories are bad, but their memories are fine”
  • “If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
  • “we’re all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?”
  • “And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond… and the days that never came.”
  • “You’re always here to me. And I always listen. And I can always see you.” 
  • “She was clever and brave and kind and funny. And had more love in one heart than I could ever have in two.”
  • “Nobody important”. Blimey, that’s amazing. D’you know, in 900 years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
  • “Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later. The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.”

so when I’m harsh on moffats writing, whether it’s sherlock or doctor who, I’m harsh because I know he can do better… Because He HAS done better. I am holding him to the standard he set. Don’t make me into a pariah for criticizing his mediocre writing when I know it can be anything but.

The Doctor, Waiting, and Endings

Eleven is a funny mix of contradictions, isn’t he? He’s wise yet child-like; he’s warm, but with a sliver of ice in his heart. He has many more contradictions, personality-wise. But there are also two curious philosophic contradictions that come up time and time again with the Eleventh Doctor regarding waiting and endings. It is in these contradictions that we find his two most powerful points of character development. I’ve seen many claim that they don’t understand the Eleventh Doctor’s arc, but I believe they can be found in these two themes. 

Keep reading

11th Doctor Imagine

   I was sitting in the bathroom in my house and I was crying. My arm was bleeding because I had just cut, again. I felt like shit today. I felt so alone in the world. It’s not fair. Everybody hates me. Even I hate me, though. I heard something outside of my bathroom. I quickly cleaned up and bandaged my arms. I pulled down my sleeves and walked to the living room. A blue police box sat in the middle of my living room. I saw the door open. Out came a man with a bowtie on. How strange is this?

   “Who are you?” I ask him.

   “The Doctor and you,” he asked me.

   “Y/N, now what kind of name is ‘The Doctor’?” I asked the man.

   “My kind of name.” He answered simply. I laughed at him.

   “And Y/N is a lovely name.” He told me, causing me to blush.

   “Would you like to come with me?” He asked. Should I? I mean, I’ve only just met this man. I don’t know if I can trust him. And where would we even be going?

   “Where?” I asked him. He came to place his arm around my shoulders. I was confused as to why he was doing this. He put his other arm up making gestures.

   “Why, everywhere of course! To other planets and different times!” He told me as he waved his arms about.

   “What are you talking about? And who are you, really?” I ask.

   “I’m talking about time travel, and space travel. And, like I said I’m The Doctor. I’m a Time Lord.” He told me. Time travel? Space travel? I couldn’t believe my ears.

   “Time travel? Space travel? And what’s a Time Lord? And, now that I think of it, what’s this police box doing in my house?” I ask him.

   “Yes, time travel and space travel. And a Time Lord is an alien from the planet Gallifrey. And this ‘police box’ is my TARDIS.” He tells me. And all of this sounds very strange, but also like something I should just go with.

   “Alright, I’d love to come with you, even as crazy as you sound. And as goofy as you look.” I say, giggling.

   “Oi!” As I walk in I see that the police box or what did he call it? Anyway, it’s smaller on the outside.

   “Go on, say it. I love when they say it.” He tells me.

   “It’s smaller on the outside.” I say. I look around at everything. He looks disappointed.

   “Well, okay then.” I walk over to the walls of the place.

   “Wow, this is amazing! She’s beautiful!” I tell him. He nods in agreement.


   The Doctor and I were in the middle of a planet. I almost died. I was about to be killed, when The Doctor showed up and saved me. Now, we’re going back to the TARDIS. I really love the TARDIS. It’s such an amazing thing.

   “Thanks for saving me, Doc.” I say. He comes to sit beside me. He puts his hands on both sides of my face. He looks into my eyes.

   “I’ll always save you.” He whispered, seriously. I nodded.

   “So, are you enjoying traveling with me?” He asked after a bit. I nodded.

   “It’s amazing. Nothing could be better.” I replied. He smiled.

   “I’m glad you feel that way! So, what was it like at your home?” He asked me. Memories of my home life began to flood back to me. I shook them off.

   “Like any home, I guess.” I replied. I tried not to give anything away. That’s what I always did. Anytime he’d ask about my family or my life, I’d give a vague answer. One that wouldn’t give much away. I didn’t want him to know much of it.

   “So are you going to have to return to your family, or can you stay with me?” He asked.

   “No, I don’t have to return, unless you want me to.” I say. My insecurities begin to flood me. What if he wants me to leave? I don’t want to leave.

   “No! I don’t want you to leave!” He said while smiling. I laughed at him.


   “Bowties are cool.” He told me. I laughed at him.

   “Sure they are.” I replied.

   “Oi, they are!” He told me. I nodded. He was a bit ridiculous but I loved him. Wait, what? Did I just think that? No, I only meant that as a friend. Yeah, that’s all.

   “So where should we go next?” He asked me. I shrugged.

   “Wherever you’d like.” I replied. He nodded.

   “Well, we could go…” I let my mind wonder as he began to tell me about all of the amazing places that we could go. I began to think of the places we’d gone. Such amazing places. Places I could never dream of going. And we’d continue to go to these places for as long as The Doctor would have me. I smiled at that thought. I could stay with him for as long as he’d want. Until he decides he wants me to leave. I frown. Someday he’ll decide that, and I don’t know when. I tell The Doctor that I’m going to the bathroom. I go to the bathroom, and do what I’ve done so many times before, I cut myself. I let myself bleed as I think all the bad thoughts. And then I act like I’m fine.


   I’ve been traveling with The Doctor for the last few months. It has been absolutely amazing. I’ve learnt about so much! I don’t feel nearly as alone as I did prior to meeting him. And yet, I still self-harm. I still feel the need to. Especially on days like these. The Doctor, he met with one of his old companions today. She’s come aboard with us. She’s beautiful. The Doctor probably likes her better than me. She has a husband, but still. Her name is Amy, Amy Pond.

   We all just went to some new weird planet together. I like Amy and Rory, her husband, but I’m very clingy. I just feel like The Doctor will leave me for them, which he probably will, for them. They’re so much better than me. And they have known him longer than me. I go into the other room and begin to cut myself. I begin to cry, and cry. I put my hand over my mouth as I try to keep quiet. I need to keep quiet. I thought I was doing an incredible job. Soon, though, Amy walks in. She walks in and I don’t have time to cover myself up.

   “Oh my God.” I hear her whisper. I can’t even find the strength to get up. I just feel so…worthless.

   “Doctor!” She yells. Upon, hearing the urgency in her voice, The Doctor comes as quickly as he can. As soon as he comes in I begin to cry, again. I sob. He comes to sit beside me.

   “Y/N.” He whispers his voice full of sincerity. He starts to clean my arms and bandage me. I can see Rory and Amy holding one another out of the corner of my eye.

   “I’m sorry.” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m apologizing to him, or to them, but I say it, regardless.

   “For what?” He asks me. I look at my arms.

   “I didn’t mean to scare you.” I say to Amy and Rory.

   “It’s okay.” She answers.

   “Can you give us a minute?” The Doctor asks them after he cleans me up. Amy and Rory nod, as they leave. Afterwards he turns to face me. He begins to cry. I have never seen The Doctor cry. I wrap my arms around him and pull him in.

   “I’m sorry I made you feel like this.” I tell him. He shakes his head.

   “I should be holding you and saying sorry.” He tells me. I shake my head.

   “But you didn’t do anything.” I reply.

   “Why? Why did you do this to yourself?” He asked me.

   “I felt terrible. I felt worthless, and ugly, and unimportant.” I told him.

   “Well, you’re none of those things. You are amazing, and beautiful, and so important. I have never met someone, in all my years, who wasn’t important. Especially not you.” He tells me. I smile up at him. It’s a broken smile but shows just how happy he makes me.

   “Now, your family, tell me the truth about them.” He requested. I nodded.

   “When I was a bit younger, maybe 9, my Mother left my father and I. My dad, he, well he, got bad. He started drinking a lot. I had to take care of the house. He started to hit me, too. I felt so alone. And it just got worse so as soon as I could, I got out of there. I haven’t any family.” I admitted.

   “You have me.” He whispered, “You’ll always have me.”

   “Remember when I told you I’d always save you? Well, I meant it, always.” He said. I nodded and smiled.

   “Whenever you feel bad, just come to me, okay? You’ll never be annoying me. I always want you to know that I’ll be here. I want you to stop doing this, if you do I’ll teach you how to fly the TARDIS.” He said. He grabbed my face again. I looked at him. His eyes, rimmed red from tears. But, mine probably weren’t much better. He leaned in and kissed me. It was slow, and passionate. I smiled, as we pulled apart.

   “I-I love you.” He whispered to me.

   “I love you too.” I said.


   It’s been a few weeks since then, and it’s been good. Anytime I feel like I want to hurt myself, which isn’t often anymore, The Doctor is there.

   “Bowties are cool.” He said again. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I grabbed his bowtie. I pulled him down and kissed him passionately. His eyes went wide and then he closed them. He kissed me back.

   “Yeah, they’re cool.” I say after the kiss is over. He starts to do this silly dance because someone finally agreed with him. I laughed at the goofy man that I love so much.

   “Hey, it’s been a few weeks since I stopped.” I told him. He nodded.

   “Ah, it would appear so.” He said.

   “So…are you going to teach me?” I asked. I was beginning to get excited. He nodded.

   I went over to him and he began to teach me. I learned so much! After a while, he put his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

   “Can I tell you something?” He asked me. I nodded.

   “Always.” I replied. So, he leaned in close and told me something in my ear. My eyes went wide as could be. I gasped.

   “That-that’s your name?” I asked him. He nodded.

   “Yes. I trust you with it.” I smiled at him. He soon got down on one knee.

   “And I wanted to do things the traditionally human way, so will you marry me?” He asked me. He pulled out a ring. I smiled. I could feel tears coming. I was smiling so much. I let out a small laugh.

   “O-of course!” I said as I hugged him. He picked me up slightly off the ground.

   “Don’t cry. Are you sad?” He said. I shook my head.

   “No. I’m just so happy. They’re tears of happiness.” I told him. He smiled at me.

   “I love you. And now, we’re going to be married.” He told me. I let out a laugh.

   “I love you too.” I said. He kissed me. I love him so much, and he loves me. I never thought anyone could love me, before. And I’m not alone anymore. And I don’t hurt myself anymore. It’s crazy that such a strange, extraordinary man would want me, an ordinary girl. But he does. He loves me as well. And now, now we’re going to be married.