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I washed myself. I put a bad wrong DW snippet on my site, which was comments for nostalgia_lj out of evil. I re-read all my SGA and SPN fic (and this is horribly egotistic of me, but I adore Hospitality probably more than is healthy given how dark it is - it makes me shiver even though I wrote the bastard. It's one of the few things I've written that I think I would have left feedback for (I utterly suck at feedback-giving, most days, and very occasionally find myself sugar-high and over-compensating.) It's one of those things that makes me think, hey, I really can do this shit.) and some things from recs.

I really really need a writing icon. I have been looking for images but not finding any. Argh, etc.

Now I am going to sleep and after that I will go to see a nostalgia_lj and there will be Ten! omfgyay!

ETA: Icon is a bit of a poem by Rebecca Elson. I like her stuff. Maybe I will type up some of her stuff in violation of copyright because it is good but costs money.

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"Oh, Rose," he sighed, awash with post-coital bliss, "that's almost as good as when I had Jackie after Christmas dinner."

Rose shot up to a slightly more vertical position. "What? Oh." She settled back against her alien lover. "That's not funny."

"What isn't?"

"I know you didn't... do that because I was there all the time."

"No you weren't," he said, quite happily, "you and Mickey did the washing up, and meanwhile me and Jackie explored my new sexuality. I had to check I wasn't gay now, after all."

Rose was very upset about this, but the Doctor held her hand a lot so he clearly loved her, which made everything okay.

"Also," he added, slipping a hand between her thighs, "you're my mother."



Kill. Me. Now.

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"I thought you said it was all right if there couldn't be kids."

"Well, yeah, I did, but I didn't say it wasn't all right if there could. And it's not like you're going to raise me, or anything like that, so it's actually a perfectly valid psychological condition that's even recognised by your backward lot."

"But... I can't be your mother! I'm only nineteen!"

The Doctor got the feeling that Rose still didn't quite understand this whole time-travel lark.

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"Rose," he said, patiently, "we live in a time machine."

She blinked. "Oh."

God, how he loved her huge eyes. Eye that looked at him with approval and with love. And what great tits she had too. He moved his hand a bit to express his love in intimate fashion.

"Oh," she said again, but with a rather different inflection.

"It's perfectly normal where I come from," he explained, not lying as such. "My sister and I used to do this sort of thing all the time."

Rose tried not to be aroused, because frankly this discussion was just getting worse every time he opened his mouth. She felt that perhaps he should do something else with his mouth, but then she felt rather weirded out by that thought, because he was, apparently, her son.

"I can't wait to see what our kids look like," he enthused, eyes bright and not all that rodenty. "I've met our granddaughter, but never the kids. Isn't time travel strange?"

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"Yeah," Rose said in a faint voice. She licked her teeth. Then she licked his. Then she had a thought. "Hang on," she said.

The Doctor hung on to certain parts of her anatomy with gusto. "Yes, mum?" he asked.

"You said our kids." Crikey. She knew she ought to have listened to the Family Planning man. "But you're my kid."

"That's right," he said, in an encouraging tone that might actually have been patronising, as a grandparent to a small child.

"Then... you're your own kid." She wasn't entirely sure which 'your' she was supposed to use when, but it didn't really matter since they sounded the same anyway.

The Doctor, who of course knew such things, spelled it all out properly and grammatically in his mental notebook. This was, after all, a very important conversation. "Well," he pompous-ed. "You're not planning on getting knocked up by someone else, are you?"

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*dies laughing at that last line*

"Well, Mickey's nice," she said, struck by sudden honesty. "And Jack. Oh, would you like Jack to be your dad?" She ruffled his hair, which was tricky because he was moving to interesting places and this his hair was en route to those places along with the rest of him.

"I'm not sure, mum," he said, warming to calling her that and he coaxed her legs apart and slipped between them. "He seems nice enough, but he's a bit pretty."

Rose pouted. "And I'm not?" She was a bit scared by how normal this was all starting to seem.

"No, you're very pretty. I think," said the Doctor. "Oh, mum," he sighed, breath warming her inner thigh. "It's so strange to think that this is where I started life. Not here, precisely, but near enough. I want to make sweet and perfect love to you. Also if I don't I may never be born and then we'd have a terrible paradox on our hands."

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...going to have raised me...

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No. Fucking. Way. If I have to suffer, so do you.

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I can't stop.

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I hate you. I need sleep.

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Meanwhile I am also writing ten/romana2 porn

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I look forward to your porn. My computer is going off now, no, really, dammit. See you later.