I always looked forward to that time of night when my entire dash was flooded with our wonderful, ridiculous babbling. (Okay, so it’s mostly me who babbles. All y’all actually have quality shit to say.) I’m just so glad we’re back in action.
Now certain obnoxious members of the family have taken to Facebox to unleash the ol’, “WELL, your YOUNGER COUSIN just got married! Isn’t THAT SOMETHING! When are YOU getting married? You’re almost THIRTY now. Weren’t you dating [name omitted to protect the innocent], WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT? And WHEN are you going to have CHILDREN? YOUR BIOLOGICAL CLOCK IS TICKING!”
And they wonder why I’m almost never on Facebox.
Yes, I am almost thirty. No, I do not want to get married, and I sure as shit do not want children. Understand this: I’m no longer dating [name omitted to protect the innocent] because (among other reasons) he was talking marriage and I wanted to run away screaming at the mere suggestion. That’s kind of a red flag, wouldn’t you say? I’m just not among those women who start to panic if they’re not married by the time they hit thirty. I couldn’t give less of a fuck, to be honest. I’m almost thirty, single, and I haven’t been this happy and content with my personal life in eight years. Possibly ever.
Ugh. I just feel lucky that my parents aren’t the ones pulling this shit.
Which series I started with: Five. “The Eleventh Hour” was the first full episode I’d ever watched. I’d seen bits and pieces of Classic Who growing up, but didn’t realize at the time that that’s what it was. I watched a lot of PBS as a child. Don’t judge. After finishing series Five and before starting Six, I went back and watched Nine’s and Ten’s runs. I’m all caught up on New Who now.
My Doctor is: Eleven. Hands down, no contest, my babbly, broken, brilliant, out-of-his-fucking-mind, old-soul, gorgeous, ridiculous, wonderful Eleven. I was told by other Whovians that Ten might steal me away from him. Psh. Not a chance.
My favorite companion is: Donna. Sassy, snarky, headstrong Donna. She’s fabulous, bitch, and don’t you forget it. I love that she never had any romantic interest in The Doctor. She never put up with Ten’s crap, and their friendship was beautiful. Nothing saddened me more than her ending. I miss her.
Honorary mention to Rory, though. I adore Rory. I took an almost immediate liking to him when he first showed up, and I just fell in love with who he became. Also, he’s another that won’t take The Doctor’s crap. More than once Rory has seen though Eleven, standing up to him and calling him on his bullshit. I like that. Many times I wished that we could have a story arc wherein just Rory, without Amy, travels with The Doctor. I love their dynamic. Cosmic bromance.
Oh, does Captain Jack count as a companion? Some say he does, some say he doesn’t. At any rate I fucking love him. Just throwin’ that out there.
My favorite series is: Five. It’s where it all started for me, it’s when I fell in love with The Doctor and the Whoniverse. It’s what made me a Whovian.
My least favorite series is: I don’t know. I’m not a huge Rose fan (she gets on my nerves so hard sometimes; bite me, Rose/Doctor ‘shippers), so it’d likely be one of hers.
My OTPs are: Rory/Amy. That’s. It. However, I approve of Doctor/River, for the record. I just don’t ‘ship them per se. And Captain Jack/Everything that moves. Because it’s fun.
Do I watch Classic Who: I’ve seen quite a bit of Four’s run, just because everybody talks about it and it’s relatively easy to track down. Tom Baker is a boss, y’all. I’d like to see more of the others; they’re just more difficult to find.