Time does not falter and it does not forget; and their tale, truly, is a tragedy-- in two parts. Once, they were together, and traveling held such wonders for her; though she was the only wonder for him. A war nipped at their heels even as they spun through their fantastic life, and finally, eventually, they were drawn to its center, unable to unknowingly orbit the chaos any longer. And fate, as it does, had plans neither could have seen -- nor have wanted to see. Torn away from him, impossible to return to her old life, she remains trapped in an alternate universe, forever aching to see him again. He continues to travel alone, his empty ship only serving to remind him how lively it used to be. Time had not saved them. But perhaps she could.



Here at timeisfiction.

The first part of one of the most windswept romances to ever grace the universe -- the stunning tale of two time travelers, each the perfect compliment to the other. When their eyes align, time itself seems to still; they are hopelessly caught up in one another and they spin, carelessly, across the stars -- a pairing they would never hope to part from. These songs detail their growing conviction for each other, a chronology which follows their time together, ephemeral as it is.



Here at timeisfiction.

A foreign, familiar constant of the universe, bending with time, scattered in other whens and wheres like stardust across the galaxies. He is close with Death, and it follows gently in his wake, as it has always done. Centuries of life and loves and planets and knowledge are held, barely contained, within his changing frame. He is solitary, but almost never alone. The Doctor; the last of the Time Lords, a proud people outside of time who remain casualties of a devastating war. This is everything which encompasses his newest regeneration; his tenth body. Sweet, desperate violins entwine with haunting piano, which flows into loose beats and the static sounds of the guitar. Each song lets a facet of him show, from the loss of his planet, his self, and the slow struggle of realizing that though he is the last, he doesn't have to remain alone. And it does all of this without words -- welcome to an orchestral anthology of the Doctor.



Here at timeisfiction.

She doesn't get what it all means, and sometimes it will slip through the gaps in her fingers, but then she will shake her head, and sigh, and her hands will tug at her jumper. This is the life after Life, the one where the universe was her home, and she was not unused to having constellations rearrange themselves in front of her. She travels, because it's better than the alternative, and that has to be enough. (She's trying, really.) Her hair is darker, and she is older, less angry. Airports get to be routine and the pressure in her lungs when they lift off doesn't fade away until she will remember that this is her life, now, and she doesn't really need a home. (She left it in a blue box.) It's hard, but she moves on. It's what he would have wanted. She secretly, achingly, hopes that he will find her again.




( Reciting airships and learning to breathe )

Rose Tyler believes in forever. But her knowledge of it is broken, fleeting. Sometimes she can't really recall, but for a few minutes in her timeline she grew, and grew, and the confines of time couldn't hold her, because she was everything; and for that moment forever seemed like such a silly idea, such an easy promise. Minutes were grains of sand between her fingers. But, now, the seconds are just taking her one step closer to an end which she can't see. The Doctor can feel forever underneath his skin and when he looks at her, molecules rearrange into something bright, burning, feelings gone nova between the second when she blinks and when she sees him entirely. This mix reflects their relationship as it evolves from secret glances to absolute dependence on one another. You'll see what I mean.



( How long are you going to stay with me? )

One Gallifreyan Time Lord and one human shopgirl. Two years, maybe more, maybe less, and they've touched the stars and each other's hearts. They are timeless and constant, because they will always be somewhere, somewhen, righting wrongs and saving lives. At the end of one universe and the beginning of another, their erstwhile adoration forges links in the fabric of reality that not even time can break. Take a look at their exuberant, evanescent lives through mellifluous tunes and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a glimpse of their interdependence as they pass through galaxies unknown.



( Time has told me you came with the dawn )

A lot of you guys wanted more fanmixes, more Ten/Rose, and.. this happened! But don't worry, I've been writing down all your lovely requests mild suggestions, and it will probably feel like spam when I post everything. ♥

They're Time Lords. They were friends and then they were enemies, and the cosmos hasn't been the same ever since. Home for them is dust floating in a swirling Kasterborous constellation, and they've both experienced the life of war and the burn of death. This mix is as seething, lonely, spontaneous, and cunning as they can be.



( Shoulders like the hedging winter )

( You had to pick a Sunday, didn't you? You bring me back to the boredom capital of the universe, and you pick the one day of the week you can't even get a decent television programme. )

01-07: Doctor Who
+ Ace Fanmix
08-10: David Tennant

Guess who's back? With a weird fanmix-fanfic-icon post? Beware, folks. This is what an entire month without DW yields.


( The Fanmix )

( The Fic )

( The Icons )

LOL, WHAT FINALE? I STILL LIVE IN S2.
p.s.: Completely blame rainyrainydays for me posting this. Today is apparently the day for Ten/Rose fanmixes.

... Consider this a Beginning-of-the-Year gift?

First, however: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANA! (I thought I'd manage to post this a bit sooner; sorry!)
The following EP is dedicated to the lovely seewhoiam, who I hope has an absolutely brilliant new year and whose birthday was hopefully fantastic. :D

( Forever. )

( & Icons! )


01-04: Billie Piper
05-00: David Tennant
06-27: Doctor Who; album art

Consider this a sort of End-of-the-Year gift.

( The Weight of Words )