I’ll make this easy. I don’t find any of the classic doctors sexy except possibly young Peter Davison…..They start revving my motor when you get to Eight.
David Tennant, Matt Smith, and because no one ever asks, Christoper Eccleston.
I just did David, but
Not My Type |Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
Matt Smith
Not My Type |Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
(actually i find matt smith cuter then eleven, go fig)
Christopher Eccleston
Not My Type |Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
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Captain Jack, obviously.
Twas the first one I did. Already up. “Flyboy.”
Dean kept a close eye on Sam as he worked. Finally the were pretty sure it was down to an isolated farmhouse in Iowa. He could tell his brother was nearing exhaustion.
“Sam get some sleep,” said Dean, watching the house. “We’ll hit it at dusk.” He checked his gun and sat down to keep watch.
“…I’m going to gut whatever did this,” Sam said vehemently, though his eyes were starting to close on their own. He slid down in his seat, resting his head against the glass. “Hang in there, Jack. Just a little longer."
He was asleep in minutes.
The house stayed quiet as Dean watched, trying not to think about what could be happening to Jack inside. But if they went charging in they might all get killed, and odds were Sam and himself wouldn’t come back. He suspected Jack wouldn’t forgive himself for getting Sam killed, mostly because he felt the same way. Whatever was between Sam and Jack, it was special, even he could (stubbornly) admit that.
Finally he judged it was late enough. He checked his gun and glanced at Sam’s sleeping form, worry pinching his features even in sleep. He shook his foot. "Come on, let’s move.”
No, but even my own fic default character is male. I realize that’s a habit. But it’s hard to breakMost of my books tend to be about women, funnily enough. But I grew up on a lot of Tamora Pierce…
See almost every story I read growing up, it was male heroes. I grew up on a lot of classics and King Arthur and Robin Hood and Phineus Fogg were all men. Later I got into scifi and fantasy and the trend continued with Lazarus Long and Ender and Baginsses.
TV wasn’t any better with Captain Kirk and Picard and Bridger and Sheridan. Sam Beckett and The Doctor.
Movies gave me Indiana Jones and William Wallace.
I realize this should make me want to write more female characters. I know the problem with representation. But it’s still very, very hard for me to write female characters, though I do try. At least I’ve written River and Tamara.
This is also another part of why I changed my major.
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I had this same problem for a long time, until I kind of sat myself down and told myself “Alanna. You know plenty of ladies that are just as interesting as the guys you read about. Just write your ladies with the same attention that you would your dudes.”
Don’t get so hung up on the fact that they’re ladies. See them as characters first. Focus on traits that you find interesting and fun and engaging and go from there. We’re conditioned by society to see more value in male narratives, so challenge that. Drop a lady in a hero’s journey or a coming-of-age story. Make her cocky and flirty and funny and cool all the things you find engaging about the guy characters you like.
It’s actually really fun once you get past the initial knee-jerk reaction. 🙂
No by all means come in 🙂 I value your opinion too!
Your absolutely right, they should be characters first and given all the attention that entails.
I know it’s my issue, not anyone else’s. I really want to take my idea of the Doctor’s Daughter meeting John Hart and Jack Harkness’s daughter and them having wild crazy adventures together while she looks for information on her parents.
Or turning it into original fic about a pansexual space pirate and her lesbian girlfriend….
No, but even my own fic default character is male. I realize that’s a habit. But it’s hard to break
Most of my books tend to be about women, funnily enough. But I grew up on a lot of Tamora Pierce…
See almost every story I read growing up, it was male heroes. I grew up on a lot of classics and King Arthur and Robin Hood and Phineus Fogg were all men. Later I got into scifi and fantasy and the trend continued with Lazarus Long and Ender and Baginsses.
TV wasn’t any better with Captain Kirk and Picard and Bridger and Sheridan. Sam Beckett and The Doctor.
Movies gave me Indiana Jones and William Wallace.
I realize this should make me want to write more female characters. I know the problem with representation. But it’s still very, very hard for me to write female characters, though I do try. At least I’ve written River and Tamara.
This is also another part of why I changed my major.
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does.”
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a…
Dean kept a close eye on Sam as he worked. Finally the were pretty sure it was down to an isolated farmhouse in Iowa. He could tell his brother was nearing exhaustion.
“Sam get some sleep,” said Dean, watching the house. “We’ll hit it at dusk.” He checked his gun and sat down to keep watch.
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does."
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a little kiss when she was finished. “You’re going to help me save my children,” she promised. “And then I can give you whatever you need.”
Dean ate his burger as Sam stomped back to the car and got in. “No luck?”
Sam shook his head and dug his own food out of the bag, making a face as he unwrapped it, but eating it anyway.
"There has to be a way we can track him down,” said Dean around a mouthful of food. “A spell, maybe?”
“Yeah, but I thought we weren’t going to touch those. They’re—” Sam stopped, shaking his head.
“You were gonna say ‘dangerous’, weren’t you,” Dean said flatly.
Sam made a face. “…Yeah, I was. Then I remembered that Jack’s part of our family now, and ‘dangerous’ is part and parcel of that. So we’re gonna use it. Remember how Ruby tracked down Lilith…?”
“With a candle and a map, yeah? Do you know how to do it?” Dean rubbed his face. He didn’t like the idea any more than Sam, but his little brother was right; they owed Jack this much at least.
“I disagree. It’s fascinating, really. Your soul is completely tied to your body. I doubt that anything could release it short of burning every shred of you to ash. And even then…” She ran her fingers along the blade, coating her delicate hands with Jack’s blood. “If I can find out how, I can keep my children safe again.”
"There’s nothing you can do,” said Jack. “I can’t just pass it along. You can’t cast a spell for this. It was an accident that I’m this way as it is.”
Jack had no idea what he could tell the crazy women, but being filleted and dissected to find out how ticked was not of his favorite pastimes. He wondered if the Winchester’s were even looking for him. Well, Sam wouldn’t give up, that he was pretty certain about.
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does."
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a little kiss when she was finished. “You’re going to help me save my children,” she promised. “And then I can give you whatever you need.”
Dean ate his burger as Sam stomped back to the car and got in. "No luck?”
Sam shook his head and dug his own food out of the bag, making a face as he unwrapped it, but eating it anyway.
“There has to be a way we can track him down,” said Dean around a mouthful of food. “A spell, maybe?”
“They’re only human,” a vampire said roughly. “Our Mother will crush them easily."
"See? They’re not important.” Eve gave him a sweet little grin. “But I’d love to know just what you are, you fascinating creature.”
"Just a human,” smiled Jack.“Nothing that special.”
She moved swiftly, stabbing him in the chest.
Jack gasped awake a few minutes, giving her a glare. “That was unnecessary.”
“I disagree. It’s fascinating, really. Your soul is completely tied to your body. I doubt that anything could release it short of burning every shred of you to ash. And even then…” She ran her fingers along the blade, coating her delicate hands with Jack’s blood. “If I can find out how, I can keep my children safe again.”
"There’s nothing you can do,” said Jack. “I can’t just pass it along. You can’t cast a spell for this. It was an accident that I’m this way as it is.”
Jack had no idea what he could tell the crazy women, but being filleted and dissected to find out how ticked was not of his favorite pastimes. He wondered if the Winchester’s were even looking for him. Well, Sam wouldn’t give up, that he was pretty certain about.