you know how sometimes you make delicious pierogi in butter and garlic and then smile into your food and then surf tumblr and decide that you need to surf a rory williams tag and then accidentally on an audio tag and you just start crying and potato is falling out of your mouth as snot falls down your face and the keyboard gets dirty because you hear a song about how rory and amy jumped off of a building together because they just love each other so much that they can’t stand the thought of the other being dead while they still live and you think oh, it is going to be okay and then you realize that it will never be okay and why oh why did you involve yourself in something like Doctor Who - it cannot be worth all the pain and suffering as you lose all your loved ones and think to yourself wow, i can still eat pretty well with gross sobbing?

yeah, me too.


omg. the season opener of doctor who? yeah, fell in love with Amy and Rory just a bit more. 

for serious, yo. i didn’t think i could there would be a way for Amy to bury in my heart more and then this. 

and Rory? *sigh* never really stops being human. 

Can’t wait for Dinos. 

{i apologize for the grossness of this post. i’m having an off day.}


So, I was at the mall yesterday with my Buffalo and she asks if I’ve seen anything that I cannot live without around here, and I was like, nah not really. And then we looked across the way and there it is. This beautiful masterpiece at the Coach store. 
I haven’t bought a bag in forever, like over a year or so. And there he was, this work of art. On the way over to the mall, I was regaling the Buffalo with tales of the wonderful Rory Pond-Williams. She was impressed. 
Like I said, we saw the bag. I went up to it and was enamored. The lovely sales girls at the store told me it was the Legacy collection, in the ocelot print. The bag’s style name? Yeah, that’s right: The Rory. 
Match made in heaven. I was convinced and the Buffalo agreed. So, I took it home. Best decision this week. 

So, I was at the mall yesterday with my Buffalo and she asks if I’ve seen anything that I cannot live without around here, and I was like, nah not really. And then we looked across the way and there it is. This beautiful masterpiece at the Coach store. 

I haven’t bought a bag in forever, like over a year or so. And there he was, this work of art. On the way over to the mall, I was regaling the Buffalo with tales of the wonderful Rory Pond-Williams. She was impressed. 

Like I said, we saw the bag. I went up to it and was enamored. The lovely sales girls at the store told me it was the Legacy collection, in the ocelot print. The bag’s style name? Yeah, that’s right: The Rory. 

Match made in heaven. I was convinced and the Buffalo agreed. So, I took it home. Best decision this week. 


the Ninth & Eleventh Doctor and Rory

So, I am like … four episodes away from closing out Series six and I have come to some pretty good conclusions. 

I do like the Eleventh Doctor more than Ten but not more than Nine. That sounds like a math equation, but it’s not. I like the parallel between Nine and Eleven and I like that he can be compassionate and mad at the same time. And he makes me laugh, a whole hell of a lot. 

I never thought that he would surpass the Tenth Doctor, but Ten did a lot of unforgivable things in my eyes - which I’ve all ready spoken about at length. And it just makes me sad to think of Ten. Nine and Eleven bring joy - they are learning their world all over again and it’s amazing. 

And Rory. Remember the other day when I said that I loved Craig as much as Donna and Rose? We can add Rory to the list. I don’t get sad when Rory dies or gets hurt, but I mourn for him when he loses Amy. That hurts me for him. 

I find him to be more enjoyable than the Doctor to watch. Everything he does, he does for Amy because she’s his world. Everything of his is constructed around her, not so much that he doesn’t get any say, because I’ve seen it. Those little things that he gets by with Amy - he’s the only who can get away with it. 

Rory’s the only one that go against that red head and get what he wants. But he usually just wants her happy. And it’s amazing. He gets to be a strong, lovable character without having to be the macho man, the all around good guy. He has faults and they are perfectly in sync with his wife’s and it’s amazing. 

… I really like these past seasons. I’m not always so sad watching Doctor Who, so I feel like I should spread the joy a bit more. 

:D


It begins,

I started the next series of Doctor Who, where we get to meet the Eleventh Doctor. I was ready for it - I was ready for a new face, new companions and new story lines. I started last night and I’m up “The Pandorica Opens” which for me is pretty impressive. 

Things I’ve noticed about this new series: Eleven reminds me a lot of Nine. He has that same … disrespect? for humans. He was born out of the hurt and lust of Ten and it’s just safer not to get too attached. He was born from different blood, different battles. 

Where Ten was more human, Eleven seems to want to leave that behind. It hurt to be more human, to fall in love and loose all of that again, just like he lost his people. To have a best friend that is and always will be a part of him, quite literally and bam! he has to take it away from her. To have someone willingly leave you because they can’t take loving you anymore. God, it hurts. And I can see why Eleven stays far away from it. 

I do thoroughly enjoy Eleven and I do love the way he is portrayed by Matt Smith, even if his surprisingly manly voice freaks me out a bit. I do miss David’s warble. 

Now, onto the beloved companions. 

… I don’t understand the hate for Amy. I fucking love her. Do I love her as much as I love Rose or Donna? Not yet, but I suspect that it will happen. She’s a feisty red head - who doesn’t love those? She’s a ginger like my Donna, which means that of course she’s gonna give the Doctor some shit and yet, she’s starry eyed and pulled in by the romance of time/space travel like Rose. 

She’s a mix of my two favourite companions. Nay, characters so far from the Whoverse. And I love listening to Karen Gillan talk, she’s got a voice on her. 

And thus, I don’t understand that hate for her. She’s pretty intense about things sure - but the way Eleven acts she has to be and I understand that sometimes she  leaves Rory behind and it’s not nice. But I will let people in on a secret, even at our most loving, we are selfish. And that’s all she is at that moment and Rory forgives her. 

I fucking love Rory. Knew I would from the first time I saw his face on Tumblr. He is everything I think that a girl would love: he’s loyal, he seems really funny and forgives flaws. He doesn’t ask Amy to change, he just asks that he be there with her. He balances out Amy pretty well and is a good anchor for the Doctor, even if Eleven acts like he doesn’t like him, he needs Rory. 

Not to mention, that he is pretty good looking. I don’t know why, I think it’s the nose. 

And River. I loved River since “Silence in the Library” and I fall for her more each time I see her. I want everyone to know that I love Rose, LOVE ROSE but I’m okay with River and the Doctor. Because eventually, everyone has to let go and I couldn’t think of someone better than River to take up arms for Rose and take care of her Doctor. 

See, I love this new series. I love the characters and I love the story lines. I love the way the show is written this time around - it tugs at my heartstrings, but it doesn’t rip them out. I love the characters but I don’t feel as if my dog has been shot in front of me and then eaten by a rabid human when something happens to them. 

Except for maybe Craig. I won’t lie. I love the man. I love him more than I thought I would and I can’t wait to see him again. I think he ranks up there with Rose and Donna. No, I am sure that he ranks up there with Rose and Donna.

There, I said. I love Craig. And I will weep if anything happens to him. And Sophie. 

I love this show. And like I said, I don’t understand the hate. It’s too amazing to hate. It’s like loving a baby rapist. No one loves baby rapists. Therefore, no one should hate anything/anyone in the Whoverse. … Oh well, I just thought I would let everyone know that I am on board with Eleven. Didn’t think I ever would be, but even I can be proved wrong. Sometimes. Once a decade. Every twenty years or so. Maybe only I can prove myself wrong. 

Off to finish the series and wait patiently with the rest of y’all.