anon asked: you wrote about the twelfth doctor, right? A River/Doctor piece?
I did write 12! It was part of my “A Life Full of Spoilers" fic, and it included River/11, River/12, and River/10. The entire fic is like over 20k, and TBH, my 12th doctor is nothing like Peter. So if you’re looking for Peter!12, this isn’t it. I’m sure fic will shortly be produced by some other awesome writers!
I’ve seen several examples of this on my dashboard lately:
I’d love a female Doctor, but as long as Moffat’s running the show I want as few female characters in it as possible, because he’s a good writer, but oh my God women are such a weak point for him it’s painful to watch.**
WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK?
Look, hate Moffat, love Moffat - I am not even getting into that debate. But how is it you go from: “HE WRITES HORRIBLY FOR FEMALE CHARACTERS” to the solution of “I KNOW, MAKE THEM NON-EXISTENT!” Like, goddamn, can you recognize how problematic that is? Aside from the whole “bad writing for women” being completely subjective, and that what you deem as poor writing, others might gleam from it positive representations of females. You may think River Song, Clara Oswald, or Amy Pond are somehow “weak,” but I’ve got a bucketload of friends that would adamantly disagree. Myself, on top of that. But even so, even granting you the completely debatable issue of Moffat’s “inability” to write women, your idea is to just have as few women on the show as possible?
Look, objectively, the one thing worse than “bad writing” for women is that there are NO WOMEN WHATSOEVER. That way, you don’t get debate, you don’t get issues, you don’t even get to address the issues because THEY ARE NOT THERE. The first thing we need is representation. By negating the mere presence of women, you’re compounding the problems by a thousand times.
Like, this shit gets my feminist rage up higher than anything. Because instead of debating the issues, your idea is to negate them entirely by negating the women’s existence. Because, of course, if we don’t have females at all, there won’t be any problematic female characters to begin with.
** this is taking word for word from my dashboard, but I don’t wanna call the person out by name because I hate attacking people like that. But it’s taking word for word.
A Life Full of Spoilers (Complete), by irony_rocks
Staring: River, Eleventh Doctor, Amy, Rory, Twelfth Doctor, Tenth Doctor; Guest appearances by Jack, Martha, Canton, Rose and Donna. Pairing(s): River/Doctor, Amy/Rory
Summary: Melody Pond, Mels, River Song - whatever name she goes by, who better to tell her tale than herself? This is her full story, from beginning to end.
Rating: R, for a small sexy scene. Wordcount: Complete at 20,266 words, omg.
“I wish I could tell you that you’ll be loved. That you’ll be safe and cared for and protected. But this isn’t the time for lies. What you are going to be, Melody, is very very brave.”
From the start, her life unfolded like a fairy-tale.
Reblogging for River Song day! (Because I haven’t contributed anything new in fannish terms to the awesomeness of River Song in entirely too long.)
"You are always here to me and I always listen. And I can always see you."
Prompt from Anon: Five Things The Doctor Has Found In River’s Wardrobe, And One Thing He Hasn’t.
River’s wardrobe was just as maddening as the woman, full of spoilers and mysterious items that only begged questions, curiosities, raised eyebrows and a bit of a perverse mixture of fascination and alarm. The first time he stumbled upon it, actually, he wasn’t even aware of what it was. He’d just regenerated into his eleventh face, and the TARDIS was in brand new form, clean and new and shiny and a wondrous mixture of new surprises everyday. He’d gotten Amy settled into a room down the hall from his, just off to the side from the library that was no longer in the pool. The majority of the day had been spent tangled up in wires and circuits at the base of the console, the glass floor above his head and the hum of the TARDIS surrounding him. He’d spent hours and hours there, much to Amy’s boredom. He’d finally relented with a promise of an alien planet.
He’d meant to find a washroom to clean up. Instead, he stumbled upon what was a second, cavernous wardrobe. The TARDIS had always equipped him with anything and everything he could possibly need, and more than enough of things he didn’t – but this was different. This wardrobe was as large as any room he could imagine, rows and rows and endless rows – and all of it was women’s clothing. He’d poked his head in, stumbling in on gangly legs that he still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of (he never would), and frowned.
The first dozen rows were filled with nothing but shoes. High heels, the majority of them. Red, blue, black, strappy things and boots and all one size. He quickly dropped the search in boredom. He figured it was a room for one of his companions - future, past or present. He wondered what Amy’s shoe size was.
“Doctor!” Amy called, “You promised me an alien planet!”
Yes, it was probably Amy’s.
(In retrospect, he should have known better. This was, after all, the very same day that River reappeared, flinging herself through time and space and into his open arms.)
Months later, it was 1969.
He had a beard, and River had a drenched dress. Outside the TARDIS it was a bright and clear day in Houston, and everybody was gearing up for the next stage in preparation. He’d finally figured out a game plan against the Silence, a way to defeat them – and he always liked the poetry of turning an enemy’s defenses against themselves. Feeling exceptionally pleased with himself, he’d allotted a few minutes to fix a large plate of fish fingers and custard as reward.
He wandered out of the kitchen just in time to spy River disappearing into the adjoining corridor. With a narrow of his eyes, he noticed she navigated these twisting hallways with the same ease and familiarity that she’d flown the TARDIS, and without even meaning to, he ended up following her – stalking her, some might even say, though he wasn’t inclined to because this was his TARDIS and she was a guest and you can’t stalk your own guests, can you? You probably could, but the Doctor didn’t think this qualified. He kept his distance, just in case a freaky sixth sense was part of River’s arsenal of maddening and increasingly lengthy lists of skills. She turned the next left, and entered that same cavernous wardrobe that he’d discovered some time ago.
A lightbulb went off, the same one that kept going off again and again whenever River demonstrated in yet another offhand way that she had a place in his life, in his future, a stake on his TARDIS that he couldn’t define or acknowledge – because if he did, that way led madness. He remembered, only with half-clarity, the length and numbers of rows upon rows of clothing and accessories in that room. Such a wardrobe denoted that River shared more than just the occasional adventure with him. (He knew that already, or had hazarded a guess, but the added weight just tipped the scales a bit more lopsidedly.)
Unable to stop himself, he tiptoed down the corridor and peeked through the crevice in the door.
His vague memory of the room was confirmed when he found seemingly endless rows of clothes. She grabbed a deep blue dress with a matching jacket, something appropriate for the sixties, and held it up to the light. It was the same color as the TARDIS, and he had a brief stab of approval before he spied River reach for the zipper at her side, unzipping the length of her soaked dress to reveal not much underneath.
He squeaked, yanked the door shut and straightened.
(He swore he heard River’s laughter from the other side of the door.)
… Continue here.
Whoa. When did this thing reach over a hundred notes?
ROFL. THIS. IT HAS TO GO DOWN LIKE THIS.
Doctor Who AU:
The Doctor and River take an anniversary trip to 1930’s Britain. As they enjoy a day out, a brutal and sinister alien race from the doctor’s past finds the TARDIS and takes it. Intent on revenge, they set their sights on finding the doctor and his wife.
“I haven’t got long, my love.”
“River, you have to be careful. Sending that telegram was too risky. I told you, we have to stay separated. They will use you to hurt me.”
“Doctor, I think I’ve been followed.”
“River, no. You have to get out of there. You don’t know what they are capable of.”
“It’s too late. They’re coming for me. Doctor, I found where they’re keeping the TARDIS. For some reason she’s still here on Earth. She called me to her I think. The coordinates are 51°49′50″N 3°41′14″W. I have to go, they’re here.”
“River NO! Get out of there!”
“It’s too late. I’m sorry my love.”
“River!River! I love you. Please. You have to run. They’ll hurt you…River… RIVER!”
‘A friendly guide to a timey-wimey relationship with your
space idiottime lord’ by professor River Song: #281. If you are jealous, there’s a big chance you are jealous of yourself.
This is the only person I have ever seen River be canon-jealous of. Not Amy, Rose or probably not Clara now. It’s just… River, River, River.
As requested by the-noise-figures.
God this WAS in the tags but I had more to say so like I have a lot of feelings about this moment. So here they are in numbers and stuff.
- This is a really great, badass moment that makes me want to fist pump or something. River Song proving her worth and physical strength and skill with amazing finesse. She saves the Doctor’s ass, saves her parents’ asses, and then does an awesome spinny gun thing and cracks a joke to Rory. I’M SORRY, I CAN’T HEAR THE HATE OVER THE SOUND OF RIVER BEING TOO COOL.
- HOWEVER, while her mad skills are AWESOME to watch and I would like to lick the lighting of this scene or something, it’s also necessary to consider how she learned these skills, and why. River Song is unbeatable with a gun, but that’s mostly because she was raised with the sole purpose of being an assassin. She was a child soldier. This is not so cool.
- This also must be a very emotionally charged moment, because these creatures kidnapped her as a child and raised her in a climate of war and hate and violence. They neglected/mistreated her enough to cause her to regenerate. And while she certainly doesn’t remember everything because of the nature of these creatures, she must remember enough to know it’s them, because even the Doctor recalls all but what they look like, and River’s part Time Lord too.
- That is EXTRA terrible when you think about the fact that River has spent this entire episode running around to defeat this villain and save humanity knowing full well that in the process she’s ensuring her own kidnapping, abuse, etc. etc. By doing what’s right for everyone else, she sacrifices what’s good for her. And while River clearly doesn’t want her timeline altered in anyway, she has to be thinking often throughout the episode - what if I shot them now? What if I ruined this spacesuit? What if…? It MUST occur to her that she could do something to give herself a happy upbringing with her parents. She MUST know that she could have a normal life with one or two simple actions. So not only is she having painful memories (fucking hell, the first time she met her mother, AMY SHOT HER) paraded in front of her decades after the fact, but she’s time and time again presented with an opportunity to CHANGE something, so save herself, but she knows she can’t.
- So after killing her abusers/abductors, after being reminded of the hell of her upbringing, after traveling around with parents who don’t know her and a husband who barely does, she takes a breath and cracks a joke.
- River Song is one of the strongest fucking women in the universe and if you don’t agree I don’t like you.
I DO agree that her overall narrative is slightly suspect with season six completed but fuck, it doesn’t make her less of an amazingly strong person, and that’s what made me love her in the first place.