It’s Amy Pond you know? It’s the Doctor’s great love.
- Matt Smith. (via thegloriousamypond)
But Amy- Amy. She’s the glaring canvas dipped in red and red and red, she’s the burst of light and energy at the very centre of the universe, and everyone is always talking about the big bang, about stars detonating and rupturing and the dust that followed, (fuck, he’s seen it) but that doesn’t compare to living it. He lives it through her. She embodies the birth of the universe to him. She’s like that halcyon ocean, the paradise after the rain, the sum of all things ageless and beautiful.
“Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then … Well, then I woke up.”
au: eleven/amy as a genderbent cinderella story
As the kingdom prepares for their beloved Princess Amelia’s twenty-first birthday festivities, a noble son turned house servant by the name of John Smith—though his stepfamily has nicknamed him “Ash” for the hours he spends by the embers—longs to attend. Though he fulfills his duties, his stepfather refuses to let him attend, citing the embarrassment he’d cause in his dirty state. Devastated, he goes into the garden as they leave—only to be surprised by a fairy godmother he never knew he had.
Ash knows his wish as well as his own heartbeat, and soon he’s arrived at the ball, clean and impeccably dressed. But that’s not the best of it. Because the first glance he exchanges with the Princess sets him on fire, and the dances he shares with her for the next three nights catapult him into the sky.
The question is, does he have the courage to tell her who he really is? And would she ever be able to love a lowly servant?
All hail Glen Keane. (i tried)
If you read our story backwards, it’s about how I un-broke your heart and then we were happy until one day you forgot about me forever