#Cherazor's stuff

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Is there enough swag in this photo?

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I have booked my flight @cherazor Prepare yourself....heh heh heh

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@tennantaddict replied to your post “Those new DT pics are too damn funny not to make icons out of lmao Oh...”

I had the exact same thought, spooky lol. I'm in love with the post shag hair he's got going on in some of the pics ehehe

Great minds think alike ;) 

Haha yeah the freshly shagged hair is pretty glorious 

@travelingrose replied to your post “I could listen to Billie talk all day. Damn.  A panel just of her...”

Same. I had an actual physical reaction of blushing and hiding my face when she said "hello". Like, HOW IS SHE SO DAMN PERFECT IM CRYING

SAME. I did the same thing omg. Goddamn the way she says ‘hello’ slays me every fucking time I can’t even

@imadethisblogtofollowyou replied to your post “If you take a look at my reposters wall, there’s a blog on the major...”

Every time you add a blogger to your Wall of Shame, I add them to my blacklist (and block them, to prevent theft if I ever get around to creating anything). Thank you so much for maintaining The List, and for all the work you put into defending this fandom!

Oh it’s so good to know it’s been helpful, thank you for telling me! 

Yeah I’ve since stopped caring who a blog is, how many followers they have. It costs $0 to credit people and takes very little time at all to be nice. 

@emkaywho replied to your post “well i got my tickets to awesome con soooo in the least i’ll get to...”

SO jealous!!

@cherazor replied to your post “well i got my tickets to awesome con soooo in the least i’ll get to...”

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW JEALOUS I AM. <3

Haha yeah it’s not even a smart decision on my part at the moment but I can’t not go. Still really hoping to get my way into a group shot with them but in the very least I get to see Billie again. ^^;  I’m gonna bring my camera and a couple battery banks with me so I can share as much as I can with everybody here ^_^ And there are a few of us going so there’ll be lots to share 

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This is one of my new favorite photos of me as the Doctor.

Brilliantly shot by the talented @anniviech

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My Kes cosplay is almost complete! I’ve been working on her on-and-off for a while. For being such a simple looking dress, it took quite a lot of figuring out (”Hurr, hurr, I’ve made several suits! How hard can one little dress be!”) but because of the odd seam placements, I ended up hand sewing large parts of the dress, just to make sure it would actually look the way it was supposed to. XD

I still need to finish off the sleeves (and I’m obviously missing a badge), but other than that...

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"See you then, Doctor."

I had a small photoshoot with myself today (as in me with my camera and self timer XD) - I bought a new camera a while back and haven't had the time to try it out until now. I decided to go with my ol' Rose Tyler costume, since I haven't had a proper photoshoot with this particular version of her since I met up with @marimostuff in 2013(!)... And that was before I upgraded the jacket. Also, I thought the fall colors would look good against her jacket. I'm happy to note that I wasn't wrong. 😛

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Happy 55th anniversary to Doctor Who!

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Wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey...stuff

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Learning Curve (1/1)

Right. When the sign-up for the @dwsecretsanta  started making rounds earlier last year, I jumped at the chance, not knowing what the future had in store for me. Let’s just say real life swallowed me whole in the beginning of December and spit me out yesterday. The result of that mess is, of course, that I might possibly be the latest Secret Santa ever, something which I can’t apologize enough for. Any way I can convince you guys that I’m eleven months early?

Anyway, here it is, my gift to my poor giftee @goingtothetardis. I know it’s probably not exactly what you were hoping for when you prompted “What happens in the days after The Christmas Invasion? How do the newly regenerated Doctor and Rose figure things out?”, but this was what came out and I really, really hope you like it!

Shout out to my brilliant beta @moirana!

Learning Curve

Summary: The more things change, the more they stay the same

Pairings: The Doctor (10)/Rose Tyler

Rating: G

She weaves the garland between her fingers, little bits of golden tinsel fluttering to the floor as she twists the string of glitter tighter around her digits. Her back is turned to him, but he can just make out the reflection of her unfocused eyes in the window in front of her.

The room feels oddly quiet, the only sound he can make out is her breath and he watches as each little puff of air causes a small blossom of condensation to bloom on the glass. Stepping forward, the sound of his slippers nearly inaudible against Jackie’s carpeted floor, he reaches her with three long strides and a small part of his mind can’t help but note how the length of his gait is almost the same as it was before. Yet, his steps feel different – springier, bouncier, happier – as though he has far too much energy contained within his new, slim form.

He longs to run.

“Still in the jammies?”

Gaze meeting through the fogged image of the windowpane, the Doctor can just make out the dim outline of Rose’s curved lips – it should be a smile, but the faint shadow contained in her eyes makes him hesitate to call it so.

“Yeah,” he replies, “I don’t know what to wear.”

“Oh,” she says, and he is close enough for the sound of her hesitation to reverberate through his chest.

He echoes her, his tongue tilting the word into a question even as he realizes he’s not entirely certain what he’s asking. “Oh?”

“It’s just…I guess I didn’t realize you’d wear something different.”

“Oh,” he croaks, the soft repetition the only sound he can manage force out through his suddenly constricting throat, and a vague sense envelops him, as though an invisible hand has used his soul to strum a dissonant chord.

“’S just me being stupid. I didn’t think. I keep forgetting, you know?” she says, her voice so carefully neutral he knows it cannot be anything except a fragile facade. With every word she utters, he feels them come adrift, the understanding that previously had kept them tethered apparently washed away by the forceful tide of his regeneration.

Another scattering of tinsel falls loose from the garland and into the palm of her hand as her fingers continue to pick at the glitter still wrapped around them.

“I---” he starts, only for the word to trail off into a useless exhale of air as a full sentence fail to form. For the first time since he woke up on the grated floor of the TARDIS, he has no idea what to say. He swallows, the urge to do something so strong within him he has to physically hold himself back. His arms hang useless at his sides as he yearns to fold her into his embrace.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, he would have.

Today he can feel the vastness of a world confined in the inches dividing them.

The energy zipping around his system has taken on a nervous edge, and he knows it won’t rest until Rose is happy again. It is a feeling he knows well – perhaps he should be surprised that out of all the aspects of his previous personality he could have retained, this particular quirk would be one to survive his regeneration, but he is not. An instant later, it is also that part of him which forces his brain back into relative clarity. “You’re not stupid,” he says, but even as he utters the words, he feels their insufficiency. Their impression is nothing more than a shadow of the things he wishes to say.

She snorts. “Yeah? You know anyone else who’d travel around through time and space in a ship bigger on the inside, and forget that their host is actually alien?”

“Rose…”

“I knew you’re different. I saw all the amazin’ things you could do – s’ like anything’s possible and I still just…didn’t think.”

“And I should have told you.” Desperate to offer any comfort he can, he reaches for her, gripping her hand within his before she can move away. It’s not perfect, her hand caught in his rather than curling around his palm, but he can see the tight lines of her shoulders relax all the same and he feels his racing hearts calm in response.

“Yeah, you should have,” she replies and the tinsel pressed between them tickles against his palm as he flinches.

“I thought I’d have more time.” Turning over her hand in his, he lets it rest palm up as he begins to untangle the garland from her digits. “But I guess I should have known better – my regenerations always come as a surprise to me. Each of my bodies can last upwards a millennium or two if I’m careful.”

“S’lucky you lasted two weeks, the way you go on about it, then.”

In the corner of his eyes he catches the reflection of her lips curling, and he feels his own twist upwards in response. “Take that back!”

“You’re so different.” Hand finally free of the string of glitter, she tugs it out from his grasp. “How does it feel, becoming a new person?”

“But I’m not.” Shaking his head, he can feel the near contradiction of his words in the gentle brush of his fringe against his forehead. “I’m still me – still the Doctor.”

“Yeah, ‘course. But---”

“No. No ‘but’s. I’m the same man I was yesterday.”

She shifts, right foot digging further into her mother’s weathered carpet. Her socks are new and soft, he can tell, probably the one purchase she managed to get before her confrontation with the pilot fish in London. “But you changed,” she whispers.

“Everyone changes, Rose. Every experience you have affects you, little by little – you’re not the same person who decided to travel with me in the TARDIS, either. Sure, my overall packaging changed a bit more than the human norm, perhaps…”

Another smile tugs at her lips. “And your accent.”

“Right, yes,” he says as the unfamiliar sensation of a blush begins to dance across his cheeks and he can only hope she will not think to ask from where his new accent originated. “And my accent.”

She turns, her gaze finally meeting his own without the aid of their reflections as she glances up at him from beneath her lashes. “How much…I mean, is it just---” There’s a short pause, as though she doesn’t know quite what to say, before her hand comes up into an awkward wave over his face. “---Cosmetic?”

“Yes and no. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t know what sort of man I am now. But…some things don’t change. They can’t, because without them I wouldn’t be me.”

“Like?” The word quivers in the air between them, brittle and frail, as though any sudden movement would shatter it to pieces and it is in that moment that he finally sees.

Warmth begin to blossom within him and he licks his suddenly dry lips. “You.” He smiles, hesitantly reaching for her hand yet again. “Whoever I am, it’s still the man who wants you beside him.” Fingers fumbling, their hands slide together a moment later like two pieces of a puzzle and it is if something within him has burst lose.

For the first time in the whole evening, he finally feels like he knows himself

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In honor of David Tennant’s birthday, have a dorky photo of me as Kilgrave.

Worst birthday gift ever. XD

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Question - can I, with all the things available to me in my closet and only my closet, make myself a Harry Potter costume? Apparently the answer is yes. XD

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Today I attended the Sci-fi expo in Stockholm. I had so much fun, I decided to go twice.

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Twelve out of Ten (1/1)

About a year ago, @caedmonfaith​ began writing a fic based on a prompts I gave her. This is my incredibly silly way of saying thank-you.

It also works for @timepetalsprompts lgbtqia celebration as it contains shades of Demi!Doctor.

Special thanks to @moirana for the quick beta work!

Twelve out of Ten

Summary: Quiz-night is important. Especially when it contains important questions - like how well you know your partner. (Contains hints of Demi!Doctor)

Rating: Teen

”Okay,” Rose giggled, taking a quick swig from her glass. “Next question!”

The Doctor pouted. “What? Noooo…” he groaned, voice pitching up into a near wail. “That’s enough. This game should end. I think it can end.” He leveled her a look of great dignity and importance as he reached up to adjust the red paper cup he’d been balancing on his head for hours (“Look, Rose! It’s a fez!” “Of course it is, Doctor. ‘S very nice.”) only to misjudge the length of his arm, knocking the cup clean off his head and into the bowl of punch instead.

Rose exploded into another round of uncontrolled laughter.

The Doctor didn’t know who deserved the most of his wounded pride – Rose or the cup.

Jack pulled a new card from the small pile in front of him. “Right! Right! Shhhhh,” he managed in between his own laugh. “No giggling. This is a serious quiz!”

“Yes, important!” Rose nodded, filling up her glass with a slightly unsteady hand. “Very important.”

“You’re only saying that because Jack keeps giving you the points!”

“That’s ‘cause I keep being right!”

Jack tutted. “C’mon, kids! No fighting.” He paused. “Not unless it involves naked wrestling.”

“Harkness!” the Doctor groaned.

“Oh, sorry,” he replied, not sounding at all sorry. “Did I say that one out loud?”

Rose waved her hand, and the Doctor had to duck in order not to have his eye poked out by her pencil. “Just give us the question.”

Jack nodded, clearing his throat. “‘Name one person—”

“Ha! That I can do!” the Doctor crowed.

“Ahem. ‘Name one person your significant other has found attractive during your time together and the reason why they found them so’.”

The Doctor flushed. “That’s not fair! I want a different set of questions – these are obviously rigged.”

“Got it!” Rose exclaimed, tongue sneaking out between her teeth as she grinned.

“Not fair!” the Doctor moaned again.

Jack gripped the small slip of paper she’d thrust into his face. “‘Reinette Poisson’? Really Doctor? The mistress of Louis XV?”

Rose nodded. “She was blonde.” She leaned forward with the gravitas of a spy attempting to deliver a secret message. A very drunken spy, but a spy all the same. “He has a type – always had a thing for blondes.”

“I do not!”

“Reinette, Lynda-with-a-y, Astrid, an’ don’t think I didn’t notice that thick-Lucy was blonde too.”

Jack blinked. “‘Thick-Lucy’?”

The Doctor shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Oh!” Another thought seemed to struck her, and Rose beamed. “And me! I’m blonde!”

The Doctor nodded. “You do. But you’re the only ‘type’ I have, Rose Tyler.”

Her hand reached up to stroke his bowtie in a slow caress. “Really?”

“In all my years travelling through time and space, I never met anyone else who could compare.”

“Oh! This is better than my soaps.”

“Harkness!”

“Sorry.” Jack cleared his throat. “Well, I guess that’s zero points for Rose this round. What’s your answer then, Doctor?”

He frowned, glancing down at the woman resting her head on his shoulder. “Adam? I’m pretty certain you had a crush on him.”

“You weren’t together then, Doctor.”

He shrugged. “I was pretty much Rose’s since she took my hand and told me we would fight together against the Gelth. We might not have been together officially, but I was hers.”

“Oh!” Rose whimpered, eyes soft.

“Fine. You might get a point for that one,” Jack said, “if you can tell me why she found him attractive.”

The Doctor hummed. “He was…a bit pretty, I guess. And he had those sideburns. She always had a thing for sideburns.”

“What?” Rose squeaked. “I liked him because he reminded me of you – all clever and tryin’ to be impressive. ‘Sideburns’? Really, Doctor? Where’d you get that stupid idea from?”

“Mickey had them too!”

“Pretty with sideburns!” Jack howled, his laughter coming out in such violet bursts he could barely breathe. “You! Pretty! With sideburns!”

The Doctor scowled as his hair fell into his eyes, giving him the intimidating air of a pouty five-year-old. “What’s so funny with that?”

Jack managed several deep breaths, calming himself enough to be able to splutter out a full sentence. “‘Pretty with sideburns’? Your last regeneration fit that description to a ‘t’. You can’t tell me that was a coincidence now.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” That was his story and he was sticking to it, and if his cheeks were close to spontaneously combust, then that was his business.

Rose gaped up at him and he couldn’t help but notice how incredibly wide her eyes were. “Did you really…?”

“What?”

She paused, glancing at the point sheet where Jack had been moving to add another point to his tally. “Noooooo. No points for him! He got it wrong!”

“Well, he sort of had a point with Adam, didn’t he?”

“Not really. I never really found him attractive. Not like---” She flushed, biting her lip.

Jack lit up. “Oh, no, no, no. You’ve got to tell me now! There was someone, wasn’t there?”

The Doctor, with all the subtleness of a drunken giraffe, leaned forward.

“We were in Pompeii, yeah? An we met this man during the adventure. It was nothing improper, or anythin’ – he had a wife and kids and everythin’. But I couldn’t help but notice that he was fit, all right? Like, properly fit. A silver fox.”

The Doctor gaped. “You had a crush on Caecilius?!”

Rose rolled her eyes. “’Course not, you silly man.” She grinned. “But he was a bit easy on the eyes.”

Centuries and a regeneration later, Rose was trailing her finger over her husband’s new face.

It was a face she could not help but find remarkably attractive, beautifully lined and with thick silver locks to frame it.

It was also oddly familiar.

She couldn’t help but feel as though she’d seen that face before.

“Do you like it?”

“Of course I do. It’s you.”

The Doctor grinned, and Rose could feel her stomach flip at the mere sight of it. Oh, this face was going to be a killer for her resolve. “Yes, but do you like it?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, her tongue thick in her mouth. “Yeah.”

His grin widened, eyes crinkling and oh she was lost. “Good,” he replied. “I chose it just for you.”

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Is there any other way to go, Daddi-o? Okay, so I still need to style the wig, make the headband, and complete the alterations of the heels, but at I'm really happy with how this looks so far.

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On my way to Comiccon Stockholm!

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I’m a man of my word...if I feel like it.