Emotional Dump part 2!

This section will most likely be the longest, and I will get very emotional. It'll be similar to post traumatic stress disorder or syndrome. But I will be okay. Also, this is being written in a clinic waiting room while I waste time. I hand out at my dads work when I have to waste time. Best daughter ever. And best big sister, so stop trying to take my spot. SPOILERS. 

The Tenth Doctor

Let's start with the first season, and why that was so not okay. Let's pretend to limit this. Really, David Tennant had at least three seasons, because he had three companions. So maybe three paragraphs? No promises though, but lots of pictures. It opens with the Doctor and Rose FINALLY going on a date. Kind of. They fight aliens in a hospital, and things happen the rest of the season that really strengthens the belief that the Doctor loves Rose, and Rose loves the Doctor. Not just for his hair, or how he looks in those ridiculously dorky glasses. Nope. Not at all. There's an instance in which he is about to fall down a pit to confront satan, and he says; 

There are to other episodes I'd like to touch on before we move onto the finale. One had to do with televisions eating faces off, and Rose's face accidentally gets sucked into a tele. When the Doctor finds out, he is absolutely livid. The intensity of his care and concern and passion for Rose is ginormous. It's amazing. I had chills. The second time is when Rose saves the Doctor by doing what she thinks will work. It's absolutely beautiful. He gets out, lights the Olympic torch, but she can't find him at the street party. Suddenly, the Doctor shows and he's all giddy about edible ball bearings. Then everything went straight to hell. 

Doomsday started out with Rose Tyler talking about how that is the story of how she died. I was stupid then, and kept watching, although scared. What if she did really die? How? Is the Doctor okay? Did she did from his love being too big and it made her heart explode, but now she's a time lady? (I was very naive then. I'm not now.) Daleks and Cybermen come to mess up the world,and then the parallel universe gets involved. If they had stayed out of it, everything might not have happened. Instead, Mickey, Jackie, Pete, and all the people come, except Jack, to fight cybermen. In the second part of it, the part that broke my heart, the Doctor figured out that there was a dimension he could put all the bad guys. Rose decides that she's going to always travel with the Doctor, and gives up ever seeing her mother again. Then, as they are closing the portal that ate up all the things that have traveled through time (they were holding onto things that wouldn't let them get sucked up.), Rose lost grip. Good thing her dad came back to take her to the parallel universe, but she was gone. No way to get through that wall. 

Innapropirate, I know. 

Then, he sends her to Bad Wolf Bay, where they have their last conversation. He burns up a sun for her, just so say good bye. Rose is crying, the Doctor isn't crying but is in emotional pain, and the watcher is bawling and yelling at the screen. The call finishes before the Doctor can finish his statement, the one we all wanted to hear. 

"Rose Tyler, I-" and he's back in the TARDIS alone, and cries. 

This is longer than I expected. But they loved each other! And she was gone and that was no cool and that just argh what is air this upsets me. It upset me. My boyfriend at the time was a 'whovian' and encouraged me watching the show. Except he wasn't there for me when I needed him. Way too immersed in his bullshit to even have the decency to give me a hug the next day because I was emotionally disturbed. He laughed at me. LAUGHED AT ME. My pain isn't funny. 

The worst part was he didn't ship Rose and 10. Leaky Anus. 

Something to alleviate the pain. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Batman

A thought- How do you properly wear a scarf?

Clinic music

I feel like I'm in the dry part of some romantic comedy drama flick. Or a movie in the Twilight series. I've been sitting in the waiting room of the clinic from 8:40am -12:30am and then again right now, from 2:20pm- anywhere between 3:30pm and 5:00pm. If you are unsure what this means, it's code for I've been here too damn long. But the worst part isn't the waiting here for my dad to get off work, nor is it the uncomfortable chairs, or the fact the patients waiting are always staring at me. (Purple hair isn't that weird. It isn't.) The worst part is the music that they're playing. 

It is probably enjoyable music for some, but to me it's freaking horrendous. It's instrumental pieces that seem fitting for either a dramatic scene in a western, or a coffee bar. It's songs that have no reason to exist, other than to just be played in certain places, like this one. Sometimes it's some mellow, smooth song that has someone singing over the tune with words about love or some shit like that. Actually, I stand corrected. Some are orchestral pieces like 'Jupiter' from that planets concert thing. But it's still boring. Robin plays that clarinet solo better. RIGHT ROBIN?

In other words, I feel like I'm intruding on the love and social lives of the elderly who talk about peeing in cups. Plus it got too warm in this damn room for me to wear my sweater and freakishly long scarf so I can be the mysterious purple haired crazy woman in the waiting room who doesn't do anything but read and type. 

To sum this mess up- holy batman on a unicycle light on fire riding through a pile of feces this is boring. At least it isn't the visitors room in the hospital. Urgh I've spent precious hours of my life there, hours I'm never going to get back. 

Right now I wouldn't mind a little friendly company. Or hateful company. 

UPDATE: I got to go home at 3:15pm because my mommy loves me. 

I feel for you, Javert. Things look bleak. But I won't jump off a bridge while singing. 

Batman

A thought- Why can't waiting rooms play trashy pop music, or something I could at least dance REALLY embarrassing to?

Emotional Dump part 1

I watch Doctor Who. I've written two incredibly odd fan-fictions, one with licking and one with an asexual doctor. But when I was watching it, I was dating an anus with not enough skills to even care for a dead fish. So naturally, I have a lot of pent up rage/joy/confusion over the last five or six years I've watched. Plus it's easier to tell my current boyfriend if I write it in blog post. Texts are just so hard. So what am I going to touch on? Anything I can remember, though mostly to flesh out how most relationships in Doctor Who end badly. Or just way too sad, so sad that you lose sleep. But let's start this trip down the rabbit hole. 

The Ninth Doctor

One season. One mother freaking season. You know what it did in that season? It managed to introduce a ton if important characters, and make me cry (though that's not hard). Mickey loved Rose, and Rose was kind of indifferent when she ran away with the Doctor. Then as the Doctor fell in love with Rose, she decided she liked Captain motherfreaking Jack Harkness. 

The singular Doctor Who character who is so... flamboyant? Maybe what I'm trying to say is if he tried to make love to a Dalek, he would totally make that Dalek melt. Speaking of daleks... They used to be so cute! I wanted to cuddle all of them, but then they managed to scare the holy hell out of me. Then they made Rose angry. 

(That's the wrong doctor though. Oops.)

(Spoilers for Nine are coming. Brace yourself.) 

So they ended up on the game station. Jack gets stripped naked and Nine is totally freaking out. Then Rose gets separated and they save her eventually. I don't member all the episode, but I remember the end. Rose swallows the TARDIS and Nine kisses her to take it himself. Of course, she manages to bring a whole bunch of people, most importantly Jack, back from the dead. All is well. Except Nine goes up in lights and suddenly David Tennant. This is also known as regernation. But Nine and Rose loved each other! Oh, and Mickey is ignored, for the most part. 

After watching that last episode I cried. Couldn't watch another one until the night after. I was a mess. A calm, sobbing mess. That's when I went on Pinterest and pinned away my sorrows. Little did I know it would get worse 

Look at David Tennant's hair. Look at that hair. It's ridiculous. 

Batman

A thought- Why does necrophelia exist? If you don't know what that is, google it. 

GIANT ROBOTS VS. GIGANTIC ALIENS

Disclaimer; I will be very light on spoilers. Since I think that this is one of the greatest things to ever exist, things will not be discussed to heavily. I want you, the reader, to watch the socks off this movie. 

PACIFIC RIM

As I have already pointed out, it is a good film. Actually, a great one. It might not be the proper cup of tea for those who are not fond of sci-fi, a simple plot idea, adorable puppy eyes, and the awesome concept of rock 'em sock 'em robots, but replace a robot with an even bigger alien. 

Awesome bits.

-The robots and the aliens. I know that this is a big topic, well essentially the whole film, but whatever. The Jaegers (robots) and the Kaiju (aliens) are glorious. Combine them, and geeky ovaries everywhere exploded. Even the manly ones. 

-Charlie Day. He's so freaking cute! Seriously, though. 

-The fact that they had Owen from Torchwood. Well actually, they had two different lab rats, one of which was played by the same guy who did Owen. I nearly lost my shit in the theater. The other guy kind of looks like J. J. Abrams, but plays a kind of crazy scientist who is a Kaiju junkie. Not to spoil too much, but they get into mischief. Also, the other scientist is Charlie Day, if that gives you an idea. Freaking hilarious stuff though. 

-They're all casual feminists. They have female Jaeger pilots, and they don't throw giant fits about equality or any of that. It's just more of a 'you're qualified, you're in the job' situation. As long as the minds are compatible (not explaining. Spoilers!) things can occur that are awesome. Like the next thing on the list. 

-Those fight scenes. Holy shit. They were so beautiful I want to wear them as my wedding dress. Beautiful in the sense that while things were getting gross, the animation or cgi or whatever was so magnificent. The film has such a wide scope, and everything looks so legitimate. I totally believed for two hours and a bit of my life that we had giant robots like that. 

-I GOT THE THOR 2 TRAILER AND THERE WAS LOKI LIKE YOU GUYS. 

Not AS awesome bits.

-No monkeys in diapers. None. 

-Such a predictable plot. But the twist was great. But so predictable. 

Well, look at that. A whole post. Now I'm going to watch the 2009 Star Trek and embrace a world full of geek. Plus Spock. 

Yeah, I went there. That's a legitimate picture that I took. 

Batman

A thought- Was Caeser a spicy guy? 

You Slut!

Can so even though Batman and I are nerds we often talk about sluts and we have come to the conclusion that Batman is half a slut and I robin is only 3/4 of a slut. You may ask yourself how do nerds become sluts....... That or how in the world do u get half a slut and or 3/4 of a slut. Well the way we determine how sluty we are is by the slutiness scale also know as how bare your forehead I so thanks to the fact I have side bangs I am only 3/4 of a slut. So how sluty are you.

Thought for the idiots of the world 

Next time u go to judge someone on how sluty they are make sure to look at there forehead first 

Robin 

Robin vs Dr who

So Batman has challenged me to write a post on how doctor who has influenced my life. I can honestly say that exept for Batman talking about it which can get really funny. Ask one of my friends a let her go on a rant about doctor who now they both hate eachother....... Something about her being really anoying and him not caring about doctor who or anything. Other then that it really hasn't affected me............. Actually I lied I now think about what I had for breakfast because I normally tune out of Batman rant half way threw (sorry Batman) 

Thought for the idiots of the world

Next time u want to do something cheesy get someone get a bag of cheezies and say this was the cheesiest thing I could find 

Robin

British Men

I've come to the conclusion that British actors like to wear drag. Observe. 

Christopher Eccleston 

John Simm

Benedict Cumberbatch

John Barrowman (includes one of him not in drag for comparison)

Matt Smith

And finally, David Tennant. 

Damn those legs. 

Batman 

A thought- What if the hokey pokey is what it's all about?