Rec: Postcards to Gallifrey
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calufraxStory: Postcards to Gallifrey
Author: Tsukara (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tsukara on LJ)
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 10, 514
Author’s summary: AU. The TARDIS is broken; no more time travel, and no off-planet travel until he can get the parts he needs. And so the Doctor and Rose live out their bohemian lifestyle in a whole new way.
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Warnings: Might require tissues at times.
Recommended because: I don't normally like "Rose didn't end up in the parallel universe" fics, and I don't often like baby!fics, but I adored this. (The baby doesn't show up until late.) Each chapter is better than the last. The writing in this story is simply gorgeous. It took me a chapter to get into the style, but once I did I was blown away. The author conveys enormous amounts about places and people in very few words.
Ten and Rose must live on Earth when the TARDIS loses the ability to travel in time or off planet, but the story’s not about that. It’s about moving on and putting down roots, living with a person and the prospect of living without them, and above all the things that go unsaid and what happens if they are spoken. It chronicles their relationship through the years with an unflinching clarity. All of the events and emotions felt true—messy and uncertain and painful, but wonderful and joyous too. “Postcards to Gallifrey” might break your heart a little bit, but it will put it back together. It deserves to have dozens of awed reviews; add yours to the pile.
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She throws her hands down in exasperation. “You represent nothing. You’ve no planet, no people, no proper name even. Your machine doesn’t work. All you have are two meaningless titles: Doctor, and Time Lord.”
There are things half-unsaid here, that want to come out in mean ways when they’re mad. They don’t outweigh the beautiful, unsayable things. The shadows cast by the unsaid things only make the unsayable ones heavier, gives them weight. Until, like now, something snaps, and things that were unsaid are spoken, for a big reason, or no reason at all.
Author: Tsukara (
tsukara on LJ)Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 10, 514
Author’s summary: AU. The TARDIS is broken; no more time travel, and no off-planet travel until he can get the parts he needs. And so the Doctor and Rose live out their bohemian lifestyle in a whole new way.
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Warnings: Might require tissues at times.
Recommended because: I don't normally like "Rose didn't end up in the parallel universe" fics, and I don't often like baby!fics, but I adored this. (The baby doesn't show up until late.) Each chapter is better than the last. The writing in this story is simply gorgeous. It took me a chapter to get into the style, but once I did I was blown away. The author conveys enormous amounts about places and people in very few words.
Ten and Rose must live on Earth when the TARDIS loses the ability to travel in time or off planet, but the story’s not about that. It’s about moving on and putting down roots, living with a person and the prospect of living without them, and above all the things that go unsaid and what happens if they are spoken. It chronicles their relationship through the years with an unflinching clarity. All of the events and emotions felt true—messy and uncertain and painful, but wonderful and joyous too. “Postcards to Gallifrey” might break your heart a little bit, but it will put it back together. It deserves to have dozens of awed reviews; add yours to the pile.
* * * * *
She throws her hands down in exasperation. “You represent nothing. You’ve no planet, no people, no proper name even. Your machine doesn’t work. All you have are two meaningless titles: Doctor, and Time Lord.”
There are things half-unsaid here, that want to come out in mean ways when they’re mad. They don’t outweigh the beautiful, unsayable things. The shadows cast by the unsaid things only make the unsayable ones heavier, gives them weight. Until, like now, something snaps, and things that were unsaid are spoken, for a big reason, or no reason at all.
