My name is Aria, but you may call me by my full title: Your Highness, Princess of the Pillow Forts, Cookie Monster (Supreme), Royal Advisor of the Noble Court of Fanfiction.
I can read a million books in a year, because I am, of course, absolutely flawless. I am the queen of fantasy and science fiction. The princess of the realm to the east, Lady Jenny, could confirm this for you.
I love math, because I am far superior to the mere peasants that frequent this web domain.
One day, Lady Katrina to the west and Lady Jenny to the east will join together with me in our creation of a bakery/coffee shop/bookstore. Until then, I shall preside over this blog with utter dignity and grace.
(Or, you know, not. I’m Aria.)
-Written by Princess Jenny, former Court Jester of the Math Court.
[echoes of eleven blowing up cybermen to get information in the distance]
People who don’t love Nine are the dumbest.
People think that Nine is dark sullen and a killer. They’re wrong. Nine’s not dark. He’s light and happy and in love. He wears a leather jacket and is the closest Doctor to the Time War, but he is not dark. He is a light person who is fighting his dark past. He knows what he’s done and is fighting to right his wrongs. He just wants everyone to live.
Eleven on the other hand is the exact opposite. People think he’s a puppy in a fez. They’re wrong. He is not happy and joyful. He’s careless. He is having adventures while ruining lives and killing people. He is the man who forgets. He has forgotten the pain he felt after what he did and now is so comfortable killing.
He doesn’t remember Nine. Nine, the Doctor with depression. Nine, the Doctor who fell in love with an nineteen year old shop girl who didn’t need a magic back story to be special. Nine, the Doctor who went and saved his friends without killing. Nine, the Doctor who chose to lose instead of causing loss.
Nine chooses to give up being a god. Eleven pretends he is a god. Nine would make a merciful god. Eleven acts like a vengeful god. Nine is a puppy in a leather jacket. Eleven is a a killer in a fez.
where did this website’s sudden obsession with skeletons come from
From inside ourselves.
fcugn no first of alll;, you do not come into my house with your bullshit skeleton puns do u wanna fucking fite I could take like 5 shitty skeltons don’t test me