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I’m in here, a prisoner of history, can anybody help?
by me for mcgrathdaily
(Source: banjothegreat, via fuckyeahmerlin)
Day One: Favorite lead female character
Day Two: Favorite supporting female character
Day Three: A female character you hated but grew to love
Day Four: A female character you relate to
Day Five: Favorite female character on a male-driven show
Day Six: Favorite female-driven show
Day Seven: A female character that needs more screen time
Day Eight: Favorite female character in a comedy show
Day Nine: Favorite female character in a drama show
Day Ten: Favorite female character in a scifi/supernatural show
Day Eleven: Favorite female character in a children’s show
Day Twelve: Favorite female character in a movie
Day Thirteen: Favorite female character in a book
Day Fourteen: Favorite older female character
Day Fifteen: Favorite female character growth arc
Day Sixteen: Favorite mother character
Day Seventeen: Favorite warrior female character
Day Eighteen: Favorite non-warrior female character
Day Nineteen: Favorite non-human female character
Day Twenty: Favorite female antagonist
Day Twenty-One: Favorite female character screwed over by canon
Day Twenty-Two: Favorite female character you love but everyone else hates
Day Twenty-Thre: Favorite female platonic relationship
Day Twenty-Four: Favorite female romantic relationship
Day Twenty-Five: Favorite mother/daughter and/or sister relationship
Day Twenty-Six: Favorite classical female character (from pre-20th century literature or mythology or the like)
Day Twenty-Seven: A female character you have extensive personal canon for
Day Twenty-Eight: Favorite female writer (television, books, movies, etc.)
Day Twenty-Nine: A female-centric fic rec
Day Thirty: Whatever you’d like!
My favourite line from the series.
She’s a goddess. She has the literal power of a God; she brings life, and death, she sees all of time and space and every atom of existence, and she can divide them. The sun and moon, night and day. How could she ever let go of that?
And then the veil’s drawn back. Rose Tyler. Beautiful, gorgeous, thoroughly human Rose Tyler, who touched the stars and fought demons and gods, who is now a God herself. Everything she is, and she is everything, collapses in pain and sadness, and her accent comes back, and the glow fades from her eyes, and you know that whatever she’s done, whatever happened, she’s still human, and she still needs love.
“My head. It’s killing me.”
She still needs love, and she still needs a Doctor.
(Source: dead-irish-writers111232454)
