Possibly, I'm Insane

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The Doctor thinks it’s an understandable mistake. He has two daughters in the TARDIS who are so in love with sparkly things that just walking through the control room can be enough to cover him in glitter. They have more tiaras than anyone can count; just the tiaras gifted to them by grateful planetary empresses number in the dozens.

So the Doctor, faced with what kind of cupcakes to buy for the girls at the bakery on Rrrrrrh, decides the sparkly ones are the obvious choice.

How was he to know they would turn out to taste like sweaty socks?


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The kids decided there needed to be more plants in the TARDIS.

“It’s not a bad idea, Rose,” the Doctor said. “More plants help maintain a healthy atmosphere.”

“We have an entire garden in here,” Rose pointed out.

“But not in the control room!” Fortuna whined.

“Who’s going to water them?”

“The TARDIS!” Brem exclaimed.

Well, there were advantages to living in a TARDIS.

So none of the plants died, until the day Athena brought in a wtnmngwds, which turned out to be a plant that viciously attacked and ate all other plants.

Then they had to have plant funerals.

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They could, if they wanted, make Christmas come every day.

But they don’t. Rose has always liked for Christmas to feel special, and the only way to make it special is to separate it from all the other days. Their Christmases aren’t always separated by 365 days, but there’s time between them. Enough time for Rose to feel like the tree will feel special again, the carols, the feasting.

Sometimes Jackie says, “You know, it’s the middle of August,” when they fetch her for Christmas, and Rose just says gaily, “Not in here!” and then, laughing, they pull a cracker.

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Some planets have endless snow and some planets have no snow and some planets have snow that’s not ash or powder or glitter (the girls love that one). On one planet, snow is a precious substance found only in single valley, and snowballs are presented on velvet cushions.

“’S funny,” Rose says. “It’s easy to forget, on Earth, just how magical snow can be.”

The Doctor looks at her and says, “Wellll, it can be easy to forget magic when you live with it too much.” He holds her hands and smiles and says, “Although I do try not to.”

 If you were going to be booed off-stage, do it on a planet where they pelted you with confectionary, or so the Doctor always said.

“Want one?” he asked, brandishing a package at Rose. “Basically a Digestive.”

Rose wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “When I was a kid, I had a Digestive every day after school. I am now permanently tired of them.”

“Hmm,” the Doctor mused, studying Rose’s face.

“What?” she asked.

“Just thinking that I’ve lived nine hundred years and there are some things I cannot imagine ever getting tired of.”

Rose beamed.  

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“I’m just saying,” said Rose, as she stripped the children systematically of snow-encrusted clothing, raising her voice to be heard over the chattering of their teeth, “we’ve got a TARDIS, we can go anywhere, it would be nice to use it to avoid blizzards and seek out beaches.”

It had been six blizzard planets in a row. Rose was entitled to be stroppy.

So the next planet the Doctor found them pristine white sand beaches, turquoise waters, and Rose was looking forward to an easier time, no frostbitten fingers, no sodden woolen hats.

And then the kids all got sunburnt.

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“There’s a planet,” the Doctor announced, “where it’s always winter.”

“Like Hoth?” said Fortuna.

“Hoth is a planet created by George Lucas who knew nothing about anything and wouldn’t listen to me,” sniffed the Doctor. “This is a place where it’s always Christmas!”

“Every day?” said Athena.

“Correctamundo!” said the Doctor.

“I thought you were never using that word again,” said Rose.

“If it’s always Christmas,” said Brem suspiciously, “wouldn’t you get tired of Christmas?”

“I think it sounds brilliant!” exclaimed Athena. “Presents every day!”

“Daily glitter!” added Fortuna.

Brem gave his father a look. “Now look what you’ve done.”

Late on this one because I was HOME last weekend but here we go:
( Spoilers! )