White Cis Fat Queer Woman
I enjoy Doctor Who and people with privilege not being fucking awful. My blog will be full of both these things, as well as pictures of cats. I also run a fat-positive health blog.
Feel free to come to my askbox! Just know I keep anonymous off because nothing makes trolls more angry than not being able to hide behind greyface. But if I fuck up, you can absolutely call me on it. I will apologize and strive not to do it again.
Rose: When she was first introduced, I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about her, largely because I was trying to decide how I felt about Doctor Who. It didn’t take long for her to win my heart; when she asked Nine to help Cassandra, after everything Cassandra had done, I fell in love. She has so much compassion to her, and it shone so brightly I couldn’t help loving her. And it just continued. I can’t lie, the way she was genuinely concerned for Madame de Pompadour rather than getting jealous and mean like she had with Sarah Jane (which she also learned to deal with before the episode was over) absolutely cemented my assertion that I want to marry her.
Martha: It took no time at all for me to love this woman. In her first episode, she continually narrated my thoughts. I asked myself, “Now how in hell is anyone in this hospital still alive those windows are not vacuum-proof” and then BAM she was logic-ing it out. “Does human CPR even work on Time Lords?” I pondered, and as soon as the thought happened, Martha remembered the second heart and saved the Doctor’s life. Add to that her clever thinking ahead of alien laws and the absurdity of a spaceship made of wood, and I knew that I just wanted to have a sleep over with her with popcorn and animal jammies and bad sci-fi films that we would mock mercilessly. I wanted her to be my best friend, and that never ever changed.
Donna: My darling Donna took some getting used to, mostly because she showed up while I was still sobbing inconsolably about Rose and I think may have literally said, “NO FUCK YOU GO AWAY YOU ARE NOT ROSE AND YOUR ENTRANCE IS NOT FUNNY DON’T YOU KNOW MY HEART IS BREAKING GIVE ME BACK MY ROSE.” On top of that, I was skeptical of her initial characterization of Obsessive Slightly Hysterical Bridezilla. But I had friends who had told me that Donna was the best thing ever, so I did my best to reserve judgement. And thank goodness I did, because by the end of that episode, we were given a glimpse of the bravery and compassion of Donna Noble that got fully developed in S4. Add to that her glorious sarcasm and refusal to take any of Ten’s crap, and I wanted nothing more in my life than to go out on weekly coffee dates with her.
Basically, by the time RTD’s run was said and done, and I had come to this conclusion:
I wanted to marry Rose, have Martha be Maid of Honor, and get Donna internet-officiated so she could preside over the ceremony.
This is my dream wedding, and you cannot take it from me.