Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings

The wintercompanion exchange reveals are up, and I wrote a Ten/Jack fic for the hardworking, Jack-loving mod trobadora

Title: Down Memory Lane
Author: donnaimmaculata
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Warnings: blatant plot devices (aka “force field” and “disappeared TARDIS”)
Summary: Jack remembers exactly how he met the Doctor. Then, timey-wimeyness happens.
Notes: The plot, such as it is, references Heribert Illig’s phantom time hypothesis, which postulates that 300 years of history have been made up, and the Paderborn Epic. The Time Agents in this scenario appear to be the roundworld equivalent of the History Monks. Make of this what you will.
Many, many thanks to fluffyllama for the beta and for – very appropriately – fixing my tenses!

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And here on AO3

So, The Time of the Doctor. Peter Capaldi is here, and thank fuck for that. I never got into Matt Smith's Doctor, and I can get into everything Peter Capaldi does. Perhaps he'll help me enjoy Doctor Who again.

But all I want right now is a fic where Ten regenerates and ( Spoiler ) because of vanity issues. He could do it when Martha was there, and there'd be much rejoicing on her part (because to Martha his looks did matter), or when Donna was there and she can't believe it ("You like this scrawny thing?") or when Jack was there, and he would mock the Doctor mercilessly, but then the Doctor would still get a shag out of it.

Since everybody's doing it, here's my fic round-up for 2009. I actually did manage to write three things. Fancy that!

Frozen, Poppy Pomfrey/Severus Snape, PG-13, written for HP Beholder 2009

The Full Circle, Doctor Who crossover, Remus Lupin/Tenth Doctor, rated R for some sexual contents and general emo-ness

Not the Model Boy of the Village, gen, Sirius-centric, R (for language), written for the Big Bang Blackout and based on Mark Twain's Tom Sawyer

The last one, I am rather pleased with, as I managed to create a Dumbledore who's so ambiguous that even I myself are not sure whether I can trust him or not. I found myself believing him, even though I knew I shouldn't, seeing as I wrote him and knew what he did last summer.

Oh, look, I wrote fic.

Title: The Full Circle
Author: Donna Immaculata
Crossover: Harry Potter/Doctor Who
Rating: R for some sexual contents and general emo-ness
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Tenth Doctor
Word Count: 6,000
Summary: The Doctor wants to meet a werewolf and picks up a new companion.

( The Full Circle )

Seeing as a big part of my data (shows! films!) might be lost, I need something to cheer self up. Fortunately, I made some caps before my disk died, which I can now use to discuss a deeply disturbing fetish:

Anyone who's followed this LJ for a little while might have noticed that I use it primary to talk about my crushes on fictional characters. And apparently, in many instances what gets me crushing is period clothing. - Give the man a cravat and boots, and I'm his.

( Case in point )

Hm. The reason why I hardly post anymore is that I just can't get back into the swing of HP and haven't found any adequate replacement fandom yet. I do watch Doctor Who and do moderately lust (after a short-lived period of passionate, fully-fledged I-want-to-shag-him-NOW lusting) after David Tennant, but I just can't take this show seriously enough to discuss it. I've tried. I read other people's posts but hardly ever comment, as my brain refuses to come up with any meta. I'm not passionate enough about Doctor Who to form an opinion on anything, really. Episode hate eludes me, because I find them all equally enjoyable, in a fun, 45-minutes kiddie telly sort of way. Doctor Who is like a superficial fling with a hot-yet-emotionally-and-intellectually-unfulfilling boy after having just come out of a long and meaningful relationship with a mature and interesting adult. Trust me, I would know.

Anyway. I might just mention that I miss the HP fandom and mourn the death of my deep love for it. All wankiness aside (which, BTW, is quite easy to avoid; I've managed to keep out of any wank for some three years or so), the HP fandom is fun. And it's delightfully kinky, which is something that is regretably missing from Doctor Who - or any other fandom I've been toying with in the last few years, for that matter. Tell me if I'm wrong, because I am willing to learn, but is there any other fandom which is so shameless and so filthy as HP? I mean, we pair everyone with everything, as long as it's got a pulse. Or not.*

So, Doctor Who has all these possibilities, what with alien creatures of all descriptions which could be the basis for seriously kinky and totally pervy alien sex, and the time travel which could be the basis for hawt Doctor/Julius Caesar, Doctor/Barbara Cartland, Doctor/Casanova, Doctor/Henry VIII, Doctor/Calamity Jane, Doctor/Xantippe, Doctor/Immanuel Kant, Doctor/homo erectus porn, but, sadly, isn't. Instead, we get Ten making tender love to Rose *sighs*

Love and monsters made me realise this sad fact anew, because the predominant reaction to Elton/( spoiler ) seems to be "ew, creepy". Personally, I love it. And it says something about the quality of the much-promoted main pairing that I prefer Elton/spoiler to Ten/Rose. No competition.

On another pairing note: Jackie/Mickey is now canon, isn't it? Now that we witnessed her in her behaviour towards yummy young men whom she uses as handymen?

And finally: Does Ten dress Rose's hair? Is this what the swivel chair by the TARDIS console is there for? Because is not that easy to braid your hair into an elaborate do yourself, you know.

*Shamelessly stealing other people's lines. Yep, that's me.

I wrote fic! It's short and it's silly, but it's a start. Now there's hoping I'll get back into the swing of writing.

Title: That's why they call me Mr Fahrenheit
Author: Donna Immaculata
Rating: PG-13 for innuendos
Words: 1850
Warnings: Cross-species, stolen puns, silliness and a hint of crack
Pairing: Ron/Ten (Doctor Who)
Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned in this fic are mine. Hot!Ron belongs to Shocolate.
A/N: The premise requires some explanation: shocolate claims that Ron's so hot he won't stay wet long as the water simply evaporates. We know that the tenth Doctor is so hot that he won't stay wet long, as proved in New Earth. They're the perfect match.

That's why they call me Mr Fahrenheit

I finally watched Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion and would like to say something insightful, but I can't think of anything. I can think of a couple of shallow things to say, though:

What did they kill the hot Major Blake for? I mean, how pretty was he? He should have stuck around to be the contact person for Torchwood and flirt with Captain Jack as soon as the project kicks off. Bad RTD.

David Tennant. It's such a shame. I could really love him madly, and he just so happens to be pretty much my type, what with the dark eyes and pointy cheekbones and the healthy skinniness (I bet he's got delightful collarbones), and I really like the hair and the mouth - but his propensity to emphasise the mania by raising his eyebrows and opening his eyes wide grates on my nerves. Act more with your mouth, David.