Happy Birthday, TenII!
“Doctor? How old are you?” Tony Tyler asked as he took a slice of birthday cake with extra icing—the bit in the top corner that held the letters ‘H-a-p’.
The Doctor tried to swallow his own mouthful. He’d cut his name out of the center of the cake, and was eating it one letter at a time. The ‘t’ was giving him issues, as it had been lovingly detailed in a decorative font.
“Ooh, good question.” He gulped some milk and continued. “One your sister and I have been debating for quite some time now, actually.” The Doctor leaned over and whispered loudly, “She tells me sometimes I act about ten.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Tony, who giggled.
“Can’t wait ‘til I’m ten,” Tony admitted. “Then I can play on the big football team at school. Everything fun’s ten and up, even in the lunchroom. The big kids don’t get milk; they get lemonade and can buy ice creams and everything!”
“Only if their Mum says it’s all right!” the group heard from the kitchen.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mum!”
Rose smiled, remembering the same conversation with their mother when she was younger. “Oh, ten’s all right, I suppose,” she added. “But nine was a lot of fun, too…” She winked at the Doctor, who choked on his cake again.
He recovered his composure quickly by taking another swig of milk, then lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back in his chair. “Let’s see, I think I’m somewhere between five and nine-hundred six. Hard to remember sometimes.”
Tony rolled his eyes again, sure the Doctor was being silly. “Well, I think you must be closer to a thousand.”
“Oh?” the Doctor looked at Rose, who shrugged, seemingly as stumped as he was.
“Yeah.” Tony took a bite of cake and continued. “Mum’s always going on about how she knows more than me because she’s older,” he wiped his face, smearing icing along one cheek, “and you know way more than she does.”
In the kitchen, a plate shattered. Tony continued on with his cake, oblivious to his mother’s rapidly approaching footsteps. As the door swug open, Rose and the Doctor caught each other’s gaze…
nonpondamy asked: Is that why you put us up the tree in the first episode? :p
Not initially, but now come the rocks >:D
i just discovered that there’s another doctor/rose ship name being used
I usually use (insert number here) x Rose, Doctor x Rose and Bad Wholf (especially if it isn’t Nine or Ten).
RTD vs. Moffat and fanfiction
One of the things that’s always struck me as a very indirect, but very telling measure of the relative enthusiasm for the RTD era over the Moffat era is fanfic.
Fanworks such as fic are really not something casual fans tend to spend a whole lot of time doing. You do fanworks (writing, art, whatever) when you’re inspired by something. Fanworks are for the people who LOVE the show, who are CAPTIVATED by it, who BREATHE it.
So it always kind of strikes me when I go to a site like fanfiction.net and the first few stories (as well as at least half the page lol) are Ten/Rose, even now, almost 8 years after she was his companion.
Now… an only slightly smaller site is Teaspoon, which has been around for ages and actually lets us see the percentages of stories that are one era vs. another.
LOOK AT THIS:
The Ninth Doctor was only around for a single season and still has 1.5 times the fanfic written about him on Teaspoon as the Eleventh Doctor, who was around for 3 times as long. And the TENTH Doctor… jesus. More than 5.5 times the number of fics about him as about the Eleventh Doctor, even though they were on the show the same number of seasons.
Now yes… I know, I know… I can hear it now: “But fans have had more years in which to write about Nine and Ten than about Eleven!” True… but the same would then hold even MORE true for the Classic Who Doctors—but their numbers are still fairly low across the board, so there goes that argument down the drain.
I wish I had had the foresight to post this during the airings of s5, s6 and s7—even when the episodes were airing, and fans should be the most pumped up—this still held true. The fanfics were still overwhelmingly RTD-based, even when Moffat was trying his best to reel us in with wibbly-wobbly scripts and a much, much larger budget than RTD had.
As an RTD era fan, I love this. There is ‘something’ (
coherent writing, perhaps?) about his era that still has captured fans imaginations to the extent that they are overwhelmingly writing fanfiction about his era vs. Moffat’s era. This is empirically true on FF.net, here on Tumblr, was true on LJ when people still used it more often—and is quite clear from the numbers on Teaspoon as well.