I’m aware that the head writers have made a decision, but given that it was a stupid ass decision I’ve elected to ignore it.
no one gives fanfic writers enough credit like can we just slow clap it out for all the writers who can manage to finish a fic or just even start one and have the confidence to put it out there for everyone to see because that shit is pretty hard to do and so is typing it all up and just thinking of the plot and all the little details idk writers are great
Fanfics writers are my favorite people.
when you ship a ship so hard you don’t even care about the smut; you just want a billion page book about their entire lives beginning to end and how their lives are intertwined with one another’s and how beautiful their love is
look at this! *tries not to cry*
got this beautiful artwork from http://tigress0787.deviantart.com/art/Guardian-Angel-266788086
'Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering,' or: how Ned learned to stop worrying and love the dark side.
ok if you are a fan of Pushing Daisies and you enjoy AU’s
i think that it doesn’t have HUGE spoilers for the show, so you can read it if you have not finish it yet
but I warn you, this fic is quite hardcore and painful, but f e e l s
popular ship privilege is being able to pick from a garden of 10k fics on any given site
when fics don’t update
when you’re the one not updating them
OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS
This is adorable.
When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL
go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.
No, let’s rock this AU
OH MY GOD TOU MADE THAT OFF OF SOMETHING THAT I WROTE
"And then you found her. Right, daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I did. And I—"
"Oh, my god," Rose said, rolling her eyes. "You’re so full of it! Don’t listen to him."
"Rose Tyler, are you calling me a liar in front of our children?"
"Yeah, I am. Look," she said, putting her arms around the twins. "I didn’t stand on a beach and waited. I built a dimension canon and I found my way back to your dad and made sure I had my happy ending, that’s what I did."