- Jamie!
- Lady, with a baby and the dude that helped me make her.
- (weekend adventures or: pictures from my life.)
- IRL, social media for a brand you maybe know.
- (if you do, keep it quiet, this place is for kissing.)
- Likes: attractive people making out.
- Likes: skinny boys in skinny clothes.
- Dogs > Cats, hands down.
- cereal on lj; main fic archive, sort of, plus there's:
- my Doctor Who fanfic master list
- my fic tag on Tumblr
- and fic tennis, co-written with gallifreyburning including:
- Gallifrey Records Master Post
- Apparently I also occasionally make gifs and image things sometimes now, they're here.
- Things that tell you a lot about me, probably:
- tattoos! ( Gryffindor + TRON + Buzz Lightyear!)
- that time we dressed the baby up as our TARDIS.
- (now a sock monkey-TARDIS).
- Greendale Graduate Baby.
- that time the boyfriend proposed in front of a dinosaur at the American Museum of Natural History.
- these intro posts, i guess.
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Fic Tennis, Twelfth Match
Because we wanted to, Allison (gallifreyburning) and I are doing a fic tennis match that isn’t Gallifrey Records themed. We’re returning to our TenToo and Rose fic tennis roots. If you’d not like to see these roots, you should go ahead and savior “fic tennis.”
It’s my serve, so:
The minute they hit Bergen and Rose’s mobile locks onto a satellite signal, her screen lights up with missed messages. Messages that, apparently, didn’t make the dimension jump to another universe with her.
The little flashing notifications make Rose’s stomach churn, because she can begin to guess whose voices are on the other end of those voicemails, and she doesn’t have the stamina to listen to them anytime soon.
The Doctor leans over as they walk into the dirigiport, heading for the flight home to London. “Got tired of universal roaming?” he says. “A bit of shiny Torchwood tech?”
She flicks the button to dim the screen and crams the newer mobile in her pocket. “I’ve still got my old one,” she says, pulling it out instead. The battered, scratched screen lights up when she flips it open. “See? But the new one, it’s because I needed a local number.”
