lin·gua·phile |
Graduate student specializing in 18th century British literature with an emphasis on the novel. Lover of John Milton, Jane Austen, and Charlotte Bronte. (Yes, I know none of them published in the 18th century.) Occasional writer of lengthy fictions, seven-time NaNoWriMo participant and former Office of Letters and Light intern. Reader of much young adult and/or fantasy lit. Lifetime lover of Diane Duane's Young Wizards series, recently fanatic about Scott Westerfeld's Leviathan trilogy, blaming it all on Harry Potter. Wanderluster. Left my heart in London, reclaim it bit by bit through tea and Doctor Who and Sherlock and Downton Abbey. |
A line that just fell out onto the computer while I was writing:
“So the Lone Power, the Defender and the Whisperer walk into a bar – “
(headclutch) Great, just great. Another joke that it’s going to take me a decade or two to find the punchline for.
(wanders off muttering)
Man I love/hate/love those lines that just fall out onto the computer while you’re writing and are TOTALLY EFFING AWESOME.
(I mean. Mine are never that awesome. But still, the feeling is lovely.)
Also, am I the only one who sees “bar” in a YW context and immediately thinks of The Man in the Bar? No? Good. Because the first punchline I can come up with looks something like this:
The Lone Power, the Whisperer, and the Defender walk into a bar. The Doctor sees them coming, throws an assortment of strange things from his pocket onto the bar to cover his tab, grabs the forearm(s) of whichever companion(s) he’s with at the moment and says, “Run!”
SURELY I AM DREAMING
SHAKING AND CRYING
IF THIS IS A JOKE I WILL FLY TO ENGLAND AND FUCK SOME SHIT UP. DO NOT TOY WITH MY NINTH DOCTOR FEELINGS, BBC.
SO SAD when I found out this was just a fan-made poster. WHY WOULD YOU TOY WITH MY EMOTIONS LIKE THIS.
(Source: drsong)
Had my last 9am class of the semester this morning and my second-to-last class of the semester! Now it is all fun and paper-writing til the end of the semester (or til my copy of Clarissa accidentally falls from my bookshelf and gives me a severe concussion on its way down…).
Only tangentially related, you should follow this blog if you’re into that sort of thing because it is hilarious and I’m not just saying that because it’s run by someone I know.
Ask A Pond: Advice for the Temporally Troubled
Have your memories been altered?
Has your whole timeline been rewritten?
Has your family been separated by some sort of temporal anomaly or paradox?
Do you feel like you used to have another life that you’ve forgotten?
You are not alone! Talk to someone who has been in your shoes!
Ask a Pond…
…because Ponds make everything better.
Awesome.
(via damelola)
Like seriously is that a thing
I mean I love him but
Any nine lovers out there care to make themselves heard?
Right here!
-raises a confident hand- Right here darling, come on in and help yourself to a banana!
There’s no “but” about it: he’s the darkest, sexiest, most intense Doctor ever.
And he’ll always be my Doctor.My Doctor <3
forever my doktah
nine is my forever doctor
This one time on my twenty-first birthday Christopher Eccleston and I went to see the same play in London. I met him outside the stage door and told him he was my Doctor. He signed my program. It was epic.
A Very Happy Birthday to John Barrowman and Alex Kingston :)
MARCH 11th:
THE DAY YOUR SEXUALITY WAS DESTINED TO BECOME IRRELEVANT.
As if I needed more reasons why Captain Jack and River Song should have their own spin-off show…!
(via megalosaur)
Because in the same day, the following things have happened:
(But guys, grad school is SRS BIZNESS, I totally do real academic work. Like earlier today when I was reading about undead bodies in women’s Romantic writing for my MA essay, or talking about 18th-century fan reworkings of Richardson’s canonical novel Clarissa…oh wait.)

The glasses are on, you guys. This is how you know I mean business.

Allons-y!