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Rose Tyler
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You're Rose Tyler!
You are spunky, determined, and as religiously devoted to your Doctor as you are to chips. (He's the only one who doesn't know how sweet you are on him, too.) You never stay put when you're told to stay put, but just when everyone expects you to get roasted by the monster of the week, you turn right around and figure out the mystery. You're sharp as a tack, but also sensitive, knowing when the Doctor needs someone to back him up or when he just needs a hand to hold. He seems to think he can get rid of you... you're quick to show him he's wrong!
Did NOT expect that, really. But maybe it's truer than I think; I idolize Donna, and she's *my* favorite companion. And her whole arc gets at lot of my own worst fears and insecurities. But the thing is, personality-wise, Donna is maybe more who I would *like* to be, rather than what I am. I'd like to be able to shout at the world more, and not be so averse to confrontation. I'd like to be able wrench hold of a situation the way she does so much in S4.
I've thought about this while writing fic, too. I write so much stuff about Hotch, but very little of it is actually from his perspective or POV. In fact, sometimes I find that hard to do. I'm fascinated by him, and admire the kind of person he represents, but that's not me. Instead, I write lots of Garcia, and the words will flow like water, because I get her, on a really instinctive level. E.G., way-hey, here's
the Night-Watch 'Verse, which is my pretty clumsy way of talking about Show within Show's own universe. Dealing with the issues Criminal Minds brings up, using Garcia as my Greek Chorus.
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Life update:
I've got an address, I've got directions, I've got the *name*, at least, of a roommate. So the Big Move-Out, 2010 Edition, happens exactly 2 weeks from today. Sort of. I have to go pick up a key and claim the room that Monday, and Glorious Saviour-Ex-Coworker-M (on promise of Grease-Truck food) is helping me move the big stuff (tv, DVD player, computer, printer) that Saturday. (And in between, I have to take a Inquisitorial Eye to my book collection. Which of them come to school, and which stay boxed up in my mother's basement for now.)
(And, once my life calms down, I may also be getting the Nerdiest Tattoo Ever. More later or on inquiry.)
On the fic front:
CHAOS. CHAOS. And woe. I've a touch of writer's block, and many WIPs, and they're all glaring at me. Plus a few fic-bunnies that will not let me be. In particular: a sequel to
"Something That is Mine", i.e. a John/Abby/Thomas OT3. And we've been watching through Foyle's War over here. So, god help me, I ship Milner/Sam. In a "Must write post-Invasion-pre-Bad-Blood-comfort-nookie" way.
(Oh Milner. MILNER. Like Hotch, except British and in WWII. But that's another post.)
AND:
I watched through the entire series of "Farscape" about 5 months back; it was glorious. And now, thanks to people who shall remain
amichevole , I want to do it again. But I think, if I want to justify that, I should do it whole hog, critically, with reviews/commentary/everything. So that may be coming soon (unless grad school work takes over, which it probably will. And even then I could probably fit in one or two per week.)