I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but all I want to do is write whump lately. Whump Donna. Whump the Doctor. Whump...everyone. No, I'm not feeling unhappy in my personal life or more anxious than usual. Ok, well...there is this one thing that I can't talk about that's kind of stressful. No, it's nothing you need to worry about...it's stressful in a good way (and no, there's not a bun in the oven...god forbid, I'm DONE growing baby humans). I will say something if and when I can.
So. Whump. Does anyone else go through this...where they just want to beat up their characters? I feel like some kind of sadistic author. The Doctor's kind of like this in my mind:
I suppose Ten is used to getting whumped, right? I honestly don't feel so bad kicking his butt. Meh, he's a Time Lord. He can take it.
I've tried whumping Donna, but then I feel really bad for her, even though it's Ten usually taking care of her and he's super sweet and aaaawwww. But Donna's stauchly like this in my mind:
*sigh*
I was lying the bathtub earlier contemplating (again) the end of "One Question" and instead imagined Donna getting her butt kicked and then a sweet ending.
Dammit.
SMUT! I'm supposed to be writing smut, not whump! AAAARGH
Anyway, I really think Ten and Donna are pissed at me in addition to the whumping threats...after all, I've left them in a rather compromising position the last 2-3ish weeks when attempting to finish "One Question 10" (again, friend me if you want the smut, 'cause I ain't making that public!). I'd really better finish soon, or this might happen:
Gah. Angst. Pffft. Here,
have a funny that I made today while I go try not to beat up the ginger and the geek chic.
Shut up, Jack.