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The Doctor
23 January 2011 @ 03:49 pm
If you'd like to get in touch with me, the mun, please feel free to leave a comment to this entry. Alternatively, you can also e-mail me or ping me on AIM.

E-mail: thisgray[at]gmail.com
AIM: the music lasts

A general statement: I do 'ship the Seventh Doctor with Ace. Much of the writing I do here will probably be of a 'shippy nature, or at least hint at it. They were affectionate enough in the show to allow for a wide interpretation. Please keep in mind that this is simply my portrayal of the Seventh Doctor, and I do not, in any way, feel that my opinions are holy doctrine, and that you should feel the same. They are simply my opinions.

Any general comments, questions, suggestions, requests for roleplay, etc. can be posted here.

Thanks!
 
 
The Doctor
11 November 2009 @ 02:48 pm
The Doctor was pleased he'd decided to make a quick trip to London. Oh, humans had their flaws--many of them, in fact--but there were a few things they did right; for instance, their culinary abilities were not, in his not-so-humble opinion, surpassed by any other species in the world. They also loved music, and performed it quite well, and he was happy to hear the delicate strains of some nameless concerto wafting out of a tiny cafe nearby. And humans--well, not humans, but Earth, rather, did rain very well. He enjoyed rain, especially when it wasn't a torrential downpour and he could be out in it without his clothes being soaked through.

Swinging his brolly up so it rested on his shoulder, the Doctor finished off the last of his chocolate croissant and wandered contentedly, aimlessly down the bustling street.


[ooc: So the mun has neglected poor Seven, and likes throwing up random, open posts now and again for her different muses and seeing what sort of threads may or may not come from it. So if you feel like playing with Seven, by all means, tag! The mun is bored and feeling badly for neglecting her muse, and wants to write and repent. :D And I'm all for bendytimes and AU and whatnot. Have at it!]
 
 
The Doctor
Hi guys. I can't believe how long it's been since I updated this. /hangs head in shame

Let me explain two things about myself: I have an incredibly busy/frenetic mind, and I jump around from passion to passion. My passions & likes/interests generally stay the same (although I might add some into the mix, like reawakening my love for Buffy: the Vampire Slayer recently and becoming obsessed with V for Vendetta) but I often shift attention from these various passions during any given week. Sometimes one will take up the brunt of my time, sometimes multiple obsessions are vying for attention. That's all a verbose & long-winded way of saying that my love for Doctor Who is as eternal & intense & unwavering as it's always been, but it's just been quieter than usual the last few months because I've been bouncing around in other fandoms.

SECONDLY, life has just been utterly wonderful since the start of this year, for the most part, but it's not been without its bumps in the road. And we are human, so it's a given that we are, at times, going to struggle and suffer, but we will always triumph. And I have great friends and family and my dear love, so at the end of the day, no matter what has passed in the weeks & days & minutes before, all is truly well.

ALSO, YOU GUYS, I REALLY AM KIND OF DOCTOR-ISH. No, I do not mean to say that my intellect in any way compares to our dear Time Lord's, but merely that I am, um, somewhat "manic" in that my mind is just so often BUSY & CHAOTIC and thoughts are constantly swirling around and they never stop.

But my unintentional exile from Who fandom in the last few months has just all been due to the above mentioned things. And I have very much missed all of you. I'm trying to find a way to balance my main head voices (and at the moment, I basically have four main ones) and give Seven some long-needed attention. Poking and prodding from you guys is much welcomed, and I probably need it. :/

I'm sorry, I ramble. See? This is what I do. Anyway, I love you all and miss you and will attempt to toss Seven around a little more often in the future.
 
 
 
The Doctor
18 February 2009 @ 08:32 pm
OOC  
*waves tentatively* Sorry for just sort of...disappearing. I feel especially bad for being out of the loop on all the wonderful fic you all have been churning out, which I am sorely behind on. I've started going through individual journals, but it will take some time. So, anyway, expect some extremely belated comments to start randomly popping up on months-old stuff.

I want to RP far more steadily with Seven again; I disappeared from it for a bit mostly because I've just been busy with real life stuff, and that takes priority, yet I also feel like I'd rather not just RP casually/half-assed when I know I can't devote due time and attention to it. But, like I said, I'm anxious to get back into the swing of it soon, along with prompt writing.

If anyone is feeling particularly benevolent, would you mind prodding/poking/prompting me on some fic ideas? Or if anyone just wants to do a bit of RP'ing, or lob produce at me, etc.

Also, I'm so glad I got to meet up with some of you at Gallifrey, and I hope to see more of you there next year! :D
 
 
 
The Doctor
16 December 2008 @ 03:15 pm
After their last outing had once again taken a tumultuous turn, the Doctor had found himself growing increasingly anxious for another attempt at a date, but one that actually progressed with relatively little bother. He briefly thought it was, perhaps, too much to hope for, but that had never stopped him before. This time, he decided, the best option was to simply not leave home at all; a night in had the possibility of being just as enjoyable as a night out, after all. And given his supreme confidence in his culinary abilities, he felt enthusiastic about cooking for his TARDIS.

It wasn't as though he could really surprise her, after all, so as he set to boiling the pasta, he rather casually commented to her, I'm making dinner for both of us tonight, TARDIS. I thought perhaps we might try another date...dinner, this time. I believe you're aware of the romantic connotations? What do you think?
 
 
The Doctor
17 November 2008 @ 02:59 pm
Post a CONFESSION Meme
 
 
The Doctor
27 October 2008 @ 12:26 pm
Meme  
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair--just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

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The Doctor
Things had seemed pleasantly quiet recently, which the Doctor decided to take full advantage of as expeditiously as possible. The trouble was, he wasn't at all certain how to best make use of the time. The only thing he did know for certain was that he wanted to treat his TARDIS to something he thought she might enjoy, something a bit out of the ordinary. As he deliberated over a warm biscuit, the Doctor suddenly smiled, brushing the errant crumbs from his mouth and hurrying to the console room.

It would be difficult to keep much of anything secret from her, but the Doctor's fingers brushed feverishly across her console, inputting data with an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes.

It seemed we were about due a trip, though this isn't just any trip, I assure you, he spoke to her.

The Doctor tried to quiet his mind as much as possible, lest he give away even the slightest hint that he had every intention of making this trip as romantic as circumstances would allow.
 
 
The Doctor
The memory of the words old friend coming from the Master (John Smith..., no...the Master...) in regards to him was something he struggled to forget. It made an unsettling fondness ripple through him, every time they echoed in his mind, but they were still uttered by a confused mind, under the pretext of shared guilt, of mild duress as they both sought to resist Death. He couldn't think of the words as being a declaration of love and friendship so much as words borne of ignorance, of a corruption of memory. But for just the briefest of moments, he had his old friend once more, and as always, could not destroy him. It was the one thing he was fairly certain he could never bring himself to do.

The ensuing days had left him ruminating on nothing but the Master, and disturbingly, his dreams last night had been haunted with visions of things to come, of a different incarnation of the Master--younger-looking, more unhinged, more tragic. There was a war, the war he'd been dreaming of for months now. This Master had seen it. What the aftermath had brought to both of them, he couldn't be sure; the future only revealed itself to him in fragments.

The Doctor began to boil a pot of water, his thoughts focused more on his friend than on the task at hand, and stumbled against the countertop when the TARDIS shifted abruptly in the Vortex. He furrowed his brow, removing the kettle from the heat as he moved towards the console room.

"Well, that's odd..." The readout seemed normal, but something felt off to him. He glanced around curiously and waited a moment before going back to the Galley to finish steeping his tea.