i think you look like giants

hi i'm maddie and i'm in love with the doctor and rose tyler (YOI sideblog is @actualyuuri)

[actualyuuri]

Hey I was thinking back to YOI and came across your fic just wanna say thank you for the entertainment! I am so glad you like Computer Science you said something about wanting to get back into writing and not knowing how the best thing I can say find something you like and just try to write little dabbles no thought out plot nothing for anyone but you and for fun obviously you shouldn’t force yourself too but I stoped writing because it stopped being a me thing and that really helped me just care about it again what ever you do I hope you are doing well :) good luck with your life!!!

Hi everyone, I hope whoever is still here on Tumblr is doing well. Was looking through some old messages today, sorry to folks I haven't responded to! PSA: I've got a lot of messages asking if people can translate my fics, and just want to say here that all translations are welcome, and I'm super honored that people would take the time to do that. I used to post links to the translations on the main AO3 entry for the fic, but to be honest I'm not even sure if I know my AO3 login anymore (!!) so no plans on updating that at the moment. But yeah, take this message as a go-ahead to translate whatever you'd like, if you did link back to the original when translating that would be cool. :)

Anyway, this anon message is so nice... I think I stopped writing fanfic because I entered a new period of my life (and got pretty busy), but also because I became a bit of a perfectionist. I got nervous that I'd put something out and people wouldn't like it, whereas when I'd started I was more writing for fun and it was great when people liked it but that wasn't my goal per se. I started creative writing again recently (not fanfic, but who knows where it will lead!) and am trying to have the same outlook that I had when I started this blog. It reminded me of actualyuuri/braveten, so thought I'd log in and see what's been happening!

Thanks to anyone who has ever read my fanfics, interacted with my blogs, or posted content that I used to enjoy on here. I really think that this blog and braveten were super impactful on my life, and sparked my love for writing and creativity in a powerful way.

I think fanfic is super underestimated, in terms of its ability to empower writers... That's something I'm appreciating more and more as I've been starting to try and write "independent" projects. Fanfic provides pre-established characters and relationships, in the sense that when I start reading I kind of know how these people should behave in the story and generally where things might end up (i.e. who is going to end up together in the end!). This has the added benefit of a built-in set of readers (us) who already love these characters. It lets writers launch their own story off of an existing foundation, without having to deal with as much world-building, audience-finding-and-convincing, and character-creation. This is a great way to hone writing skills, and most importantly have fun.

Sorry for my little rant, guess I'm sappy now. Not sure if it made any sense. :) Anon, I hope you get back into writing too, and are having a great life. I really do wish you the best. And I want everyone to know that I'm doing wonderfully and look back on this blog so fondly. <3

[braveten]

Hey, how are you? Hope you're well, we miss you! Do you still write, even if just for yourself? Have a nice day/week/month/year/life! I wish you all the best, and I want you to know that you're very important to us all!

I am doing well how are you!!!!! :D I don’t still write, which is sad. I want to, but I feel like I need to have something that inspires me enough to do so, and I haven’t found that yet. It feels inevitable that one day I will though, and I’ll write again, which I’m excited for!

I hope you have a great day/week/month/year/life too, and that everything is going well for you. And thank you! That really means a lot to me <3

[braveten]

He began by making a list.

Although it’s not truly a list if it doesn’t list anything, is it? And it’s impossible to list the possible ways to get Rose Tyler back by his side if the ways are nonexistent, isn’t it?

The only difference between the white paper and the white wall is that he can only feel Rose on the other side of one of them. So he pushes his list away—not a list?—and goes back to the wall instead. Except she’s no longer on the other side.

She could be dead by now, given the timelines.

For just a moment, he wonders if he’s alive and then he becomes acutely aware of the pain and, yes, he must be alive, because the dead don’t feel. Perhaps he’s almost dead? Perhaps he’s on the borderline of hell, the tips of his toes teetering over the edge?

(And he’d gladly go to hell if somehow the pain would stop, if somehow his hearts would stop aching in a way he’d never quite felt before. He’d leap into the welcoming abyss.)

But no, he must keep moving.

Days, weeks—years? centuries?—pass, and the list—(is it a list? please, please let it be a list)—is still blank. One day he finds a sun that he could burn without consequence to see her again, but he’s not sure whether or not it would be better to live with uncertainty than to find out that she’s dead.

The worst scenario, he decides, is failure.

Failure is not an option.

And as he debates whether or not to burn the sun, whether or not to take the risk, she’s in front of him. Her head is on his shoulder and her scent is intoxicating, pulling him in, and he wonders if this is the edge of hell that he was standing on? Wonders if he hugs back, if he wraps his arms around her and never lets go, if he’ll be gone forever?

(Or maybe it’s real?)

No, it can’t be real, because he wakes up on the grated floor and she’s no longer there. It’s just salty tears and a wrinkled purple blouse providing the illusion, and yet he’s thankful for it. Because her touch had felt warm and inviting and if that’s a fantasy then he’s not sure he wants to be a part of reality anymore.

He burns the sun.

She’s standing in front of him, then, and this time he’s certain it’s real.

She tells him that she loves him.

He’s afraid to respond in case she’s fake. Afraid of everything about her, afraid of what she does to him, afraid of what he’s done to her.

After all, she’d travelled the stars, and now she was grounded and there was so much lost potential and how, how, oh god, how would her life on Earth ever compare to her home among the stars?

And how would his life among the stars compare to his home with her?

She loves him, but maybe she means the stars or his ship or his ability to show her the universe or anything, anything but him. Because all he has done to her is break her heart, and, no, that claim is justified, because he had known that this would happen all along, has known that one way or another they’d be separated.

Forever. It was a lie they had spun like a silken web and he’d caught himself in it on accident, unable to free his feet and his arms and his mind.

And he wonders about being human, wonders about the Chameleon Arch and the possibilities of a shortened lifespan, how much more he could do with one hundred years than thirteen lives.

If the universe offered him a trade: his ship, the stars, everything he knew for Rose Tyler, he wouldn’t blink. The universe owes him this. He is owed.

He travels without direction. Someone joins him.

The list—(is it? he’ll have to ask Martha if a list is a list if it doesn’t list anything)—is still in her bedroom, on her soft pink sheets. The bed isn’t made, as if she’ll be back tomorrow.

(Please, please be back tomorrow.)

His knuckles are red as he grips the pen.

His breathing is soft as his eyes flicker from page to wall, page to wall, page to wall.

His hearts beat on.

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[winterskim]

doctor who meme ☆ seven of ten episodes

( 01.06 ) dalek — “Let me tell you something, Van Statten: mankind goes into space to explore, to be part of something greater.” Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars! “You just wanted to drag the stars down and stick them underground, underneath tons of sand and dirt and label them! You’re about as far from the stars as you can get!”

[chanyoles-deactivated20171011]

This is one corner in one country in one continent in one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that is a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much, so much, to see. 

[braveten]

are you ever so shook

[jaimelannistre-archived]

[jaimelannistre-archived]

I had this friend once. She called me spaceman.

[christraeger]

[frederickschilton]

TARDIS vector [x]

[whitesunlars]

fandoms come and go but my love for rose tyler is eternal

[padaleckie-main-deactivated2022]

[braveten]

I'M SCREAMING AT THE CUPID FLY M18+ THING, MADDIE UR FILTHY

ADSLFJKASDJKFJLSADKF ANON DON’T EVEN LOOK AT ME

[braveten]

are you ever coming back to the doctor who fandom? :(( i miss your fanfics and edits.

Aww anon!! D: D:

I still love Doctor Who to DEATH and Ten/Rose will always be my number one OTP. However, as much as I love it, it was sort of hard to deal with the lack of new content you know?? Sure, David and Billie are doing INCREDIBLE things and I’m so so so proud of them but RTD-Who will never be back :(

I might write some more Ten/Rose in the future, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be quite as involved in the fandom as I once was because of this. Like I said though, I still love EVERYONE in this fandom and I still love RTD-Who to death! And I’ve heard the new season of DW isn’t bad so maybe I’ll even give that a go??

Also, not sure if you’re aware of this but I AM still writing fanfiction -- it’s for the YOI fandom now! My sideblog is @actualyuuri and I’m pretty active on there! ^.^ It’s a great fandom and I’m having a lot of fun with it so I don’t know if I’ll be coming back to Doctor Who in the near future, but I’ll keep this blog running because I still love RTD-Who to death!