Fic: Thespianism (girl!Doctor)
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loneraven.
And I wrote her fic.
It is not very good, written as it was in thirty minutes in Cambridge and polished on the train and typed up here, but it is fic and I think my first at uni. It is very, very silly. First shot at Girl!Doctor, so hoping for the best here. Also I suck at titles and bad puns but we knew that already.
Title: Thespianism
Author: Hathor
Rating: PG for almost swearing.
It had seemed like a terribly good idea to the Doctor, at the time.
Rose, apparently, disagreed.
“Doctor,” she said wearily, “unless you want the whole world to think that you’re a… a…”
“A what?”
Rose’s mouth formed the word ‘scary lesbian’ before deciding against it. “Doctor, you just can’t.” She frantically tried to find a decent excuse. “It’s hardly… um… saving the world.”
“And what about it being a fantastic way for women to express their femininity and achieve freedom? Or me doing the same, for that matter?” the Doctor demanded, hands on hips. “This is the best way to do it, honestly.”
“On stage?”
“Publicly coming to terms with my femininity, then.”
Rose sighed. The Doctor, in her quest to Understand Being A Woman, had devoured a terrible amount of what was mostly terrifying literature in the way that only a Timelady on a quest could. After waxing lyrical about Germaine Greer, Sapphos and strangely, A Guide To Being The Spawner from Ovetyon Four for what felt like forever, the Doctor had gone quiet and Rose had furtively hoped she’d got the whole thing out of her system.
Apparently not. “Yeah, alright, but don’t you think someone will notice if you take one of the actresses off stage?”
“Only temporarily,” the Doctor said airily “It’s not a very big production, and honestly, it’ll do the woman good to spend time with her ailing great aunt. That way, I’m doing everyone a favour.” She beamed happily in the way that Rose found rather sweet when she wasn’t so exasperated.
“Oh god,” muttered Rose, head in hands. It was just that she looked so earnest, bedecked as she was in one of those flowing skirts she’d taken to. “Is this another one of those things you have to do otherwise you’ll sulk for a week?”
“Not sulk, per se…”
“You can learn your own lines, then. Word perfect, and all,” Rose wanred.
“Oh, the words are easy. It’s the one that beings ‘cun’-“
She was interrupted by the distinctive sound of Rose’s head hitting against the console.
~Hathy_Col~
You see, today is the birthday of the wonderful and amazing
loneraven. And I wrote her fic.
It is not very good, written as it was in thirty minutes in Cambridge and polished on the train and typed up here, but it is fic and I think my first at uni. It is very, very silly. First shot at Girl!Doctor, so hoping for the best here. Also I suck at titles and bad puns but we knew that already.
Title: Thespianism
Author: Hathor
Rating: PG for almost swearing.
It had seemed like a terribly good idea to the Doctor, at the time.
Rose, apparently, disagreed.
“Doctor,” she said wearily, “unless you want the whole world to think that you’re a… a…”
“A what?”
Rose’s mouth formed the word ‘scary lesbian’ before deciding against it. “Doctor, you just can’t.” She frantically tried to find a decent excuse. “It’s hardly… um… saving the world.”
“And what about it being a fantastic way for women to express their femininity and achieve freedom? Or me doing the same, for that matter?” the Doctor demanded, hands on hips. “This is the best way to do it, honestly.”
“On stage?”
“Publicly coming to terms with my femininity, then.”
Rose sighed. The Doctor, in her quest to Understand Being A Woman, had devoured a terrible amount of what was mostly terrifying literature in the way that only a Timelady on a quest could. After waxing lyrical about Germaine Greer, Sapphos and strangely, A Guide To Being The Spawner from Ovetyon Four for what felt like forever, the Doctor had gone quiet and Rose had furtively hoped she’d got the whole thing out of her system.
Apparently not. “Yeah, alright, but don’t you think someone will notice if you take one of the actresses off stage?”
“Only temporarily,” the Doctor said airily “It’s not a very big production, and honestly, it’ll do the woman good to spend time with her ailing great aunt. That way, I’m doing everyone a favour.” She beamed happily in the way that Rose found rather sweet when she wasn’t so exasperated.
“Oh god,” muttered Rose, head in hands. It was just that she looked so earnest, bedecked as she was in one of those flowing skirts she’d taken to. “Is this another one of those things you have to do otherwise you’ll sulk for a week?”
“Not sulk, per se…”
“You can learn your own lines, then. Word perfect, and all,” Rose wanred.
“Oh, the words are easy. It’s the one that beings ‘cun’-“
She was interrupted by the distinctive sound of Rose’s head hitting against the console.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:07 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. *g*
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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