The Big Blue Box

icons ... Rose Tyler (Turn Left)

2008-06-24T09:07:50Z

Some rather rushed icons for all! After seeing a squee-worthy Rose appearance in Turn Left, how could I resist?

Thanks to nightcomes / inadream_caps for the caps.

Because I'm a sucker for options (and not at all because I'm horrible at making decisions), you may notice there are several variations of the same icon ... sorry. :P

Enjoy.

Please remember to credit to bonhomie_13.

DW - Last of the Time Lords: I can't wait to see it...

2007-06-30T18:39:05Z

Are you for cereal?????

some artwork and wallpapers...

2007-06-30T13:31:01Z

Please, use wherever you like, whenever you like, as long as you credit (bonhomie_13) and drop me a link if you use anything anywhere public. :P Just so I can see if any of it's actually being used.

haha. Anyway, the Rose image is based off Boomtown, but I couldn't actually remember what she was wearing, so it's a loose base. :P Especially since I was too lazy to look anything up for reference.

More to come soon...

Wallpapers only in widescreen format, for now, but I can resize on request ... and same goes with the colours. If you want another colour, just drop me a comment and I'll oblige.

Enjoy!!!!!

I come bearing icons...

2007-06-21T16:42:46Z

A measly total of six icons.

Just because I got my new Wacom Intuous today!!! :D Had to try it out.

First real proper shot at making icons. Be nice. :P

[6] Doctor Who

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~*~ NO STEALING AND TAKING AS YOUR OWN!!!
~*~ Please credit me (bonhomie_13) if snagged.

But otherwise, go for your life.

Enjoy.

CSS Experimentation Makes My LJ Page Go "BOOM!"

2007-05-12T16:03:29Z

No, I haven't gone completely crazy and lost my last layout if anyone was wondering - am currently fiddling around with some CSS for other people's layouts. :P

bonhomie_13 @ 2007-04-26T11:01:00

2007-04-26T01:04:11Z

I've seen these things everywhere! So, here's mine.

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

FIC: Chase

2007-04-14T05:58:55Z

Heheh. I'm attempting the doctorwho_100 prompt table thing.

Unofficially.

So, basically, I stole their prompts.

:P

Title: Chase (#091)
Author: bonhomie_13
Rating: M
Characters; ship: Rose, the Doctor (10th); Rose/Ten.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 2,058

Author's Notes: Okay. Second go at a Who Fic. :P First completed. Here we go!

Summary: Prompt #091 - Chase. Ten/Rose hotness. Some OOC, but for a reason. :P Have fun.

~*~CHASE~*~

Rose drew in a harsh breath, gasping in as much air as she could while she had the chance, her lungs burning. Her thighs ached with exertion and she could feel her calves beginning to cramp.

She glanced over her shoulder once more, hair springing out of its tie and whipping around her face in a frenzy. It matched her heartbeat, she thought wildly, as it thudded urgently against her breast.

She'd make it, she decided. If only she kept running and running and running. Get back to the TARDIS, and she'd be fine...

She suddenly slammed into an unyielding force and she rebounded with a startled cry, headed straight for the solid, uneven ground beneath her. Before she got too far, however, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her waist and swung her up to safety.

Breath knocked out of her, Rose glanced up into wide, chocolate eyes, a mouth made for smiling and a nose dusted with boyish freckles.

"Going somewhere?" the Doctor asked grinning roguishly down at her. "Getting into trouble without me again, eh? Can't have that." His grip slackened on her, and she slid down his body until her feet touched the ground again. She noticed that his hands remained firmly on her hips, holding her safely in place, close to his own body, and she revelled in the comfort it somehow afforded her.

She inhaled him for a moment, breathing in what only could be described as the Doctor, while she tried to regain her breath enough to speak.

"Run ... quick," she panted.

The Doctor looked at her intently.

"What?" he asked, brows quirked in that infuriating way that told her he found what she was doing to be amusing. "You-"

Suddenly the Doctor broke off mid-speech and glanced behind her head, brow furrowing, mouth pouting into an "o" of mild concern.

Rose looked behind her, too, and saw the oncoming rush of a mob of the short, heavily-built locals. She gave an "eep" of fright and quickly shoved against the Doctor's chest until he obligingly turned around and took her hand, sprinting around the corner with her in tow.

Glimpsing a small, deserted back street as they raced past, Rose tugged on their joined hands and they skidded into it at a perilous speed. She struggled to keep her footing, but the Doctor seemed as sure as ever and hauled her with him. He shoved her against a wall, pinning her there in the shadow of a stack of boxes, icy stone at her back, cool flesh pressed to her chest.

Glancing to the entrance of the street, she craned her neck, watching in satisfaction as the locals ran past without even turning their way. She let out a whoosh of held breath from her lungs and relaxed back against the wall. Her head slumped forward in sheer relief, coming to rest against the Doctor's shoulder while she willed the frantic beating of her heart to slow. She finally glanced up to notice him staring down at her with a sudden intensity.

"Friends of yours?" he whispered, finally looking away from her as more of the men ran by.

Rose gave a sarcastic snort. "In a manner of speaking."

A grin grew and spread over the Doctor's face. "Come on," he said quietly. "Humour me. What have you done this time?"

Rose glared at him indignantly. "And just what do you mean by that?"

"Rose," the Doctor sighed in an imitation of forced patience, "every time, and I mean every time we go anywhere you manage to find someone or something to annoy or offend or disrupt or–"

"Alright," Rose hissed. "I get the point." She drew in a deep breath and blew at the hair now flopping over her eye. Something was poking into her back and she tried to shift slightly and rather unsuccessfully. "Um, Doctor, I – I can't breathe..."

The Doctor suddenly seemed to realise he was still pushing her into the wall and eased back slightly, danger now past. "I seem to have that affect on people," he smirked.

"Git," she murmured, but she grinned good-naturedly. She flicked her blonde hair out of the way, and saw the Doctor run a hand through his own hair distractedly, making it stand on end ever so enticingly. "And I don't know what happened, really. I just walked into that shop – you know that little one you pointed out to me? The one with those watch-ya-ma-call-its ..." she gestured with her fingers airily, searching for unfamiliar words.

The Doctor looked at her bemusedly but didn't offer any assistance, a smirk creasing at the corner of his eyes. She felt him inch forward slowly, ever closer.

"Anyway," she continued, giving up in the face of his amusement. "I just went in there – because you know how I love a little bi' of shopping – and suddenly they're all staring at me. The whole lot of them. A bit creepy, ya know. I thought I'd done something wrong, for sure. But I was just minding my own business, honest!" Rose glanced up at the Doctor and frowned slightly. "Are you even listening to me?"

The Doctor shook his head slightly to clear it, wrenching his eyes back to hers. "Hmm? Yes. Of course." She saw his fingers twitching awkwardly but dismissed it.

"So, next thing I know the whole lot of them – every single male in there, and some I couldn't actually be quite sure of – is trying to jump me. Well, then I – what? Doctor!"

He was being far too quiet than usual, and it unnerved her.

"You've got something in your hair," he said distractedly, tugging at a stray leaf tangled there.

"But, anyway, Doctor, back to the point – I think it might be to do with that stuff I fell in before. That vat-thingy–"

"Mmm," the Doctor agreed. He somehow seemed a lot closer than she remembered.

And then, all of a sudden, there was no gap between them at all, and she felt every centimetre of him pressed up against her in the most glorious of ways. She let out a gasp of surprise and looked up to him. His eyes were dark and bottomless, gazing at her intently. His hands slammed into the wall on either side of her head, arms trapping her from moving in any way.

She knew it shouldn't, but the strange, dangerous look he was giving her stirred something deep in her chest, sliding down until it pooled in the pit of her belly.

"Doctor...?" she gasped, suddenly feeling rather warm.

His eyes weren't looking at her, but rather at her mouth and she suddenly felt self-conscious.

One of his hands reached down to cup her neck, fingers burying into the hair at her nape and thumb stretching to stroke the side of her face. His cool touch burned against her skin and she closed her eyes with a flutter. She felt his breath whisper against her cheek and over her mouth, and her thoughts scattered.

It wasn't fair, she thought vaguely, for him to have such an affect on her.

Her eyes flew open wide as his mouth suddenly descended on the small expanse of skin exposed at the hollow of her neck.

She gasped out loud as he heatedly nibbled at her skin, tongue darting out to taste.

Yep, she somehow managed to think distractedly, this one's got an oral fixation. She saw the top button of her shirt fly off and disappear into the darkness of surrounding shadows as he frantically ripped at her clothes.

The urgency in his movements set a similar fire racing in her and she had to summon all her strength to push her deep-seated need away. Well, as much as she could, anyway.

The Doctor drew his tongue up her neck slowly until he reached her ear, for a moment breaking her newly-found resolve as her heart thudded in her chest, trying to escape. His breath was hot against her skin, his touch contrastingly cool. "Rose," he murmured, voice unrecognisably deep and rough, vibrating against the flesh beneath her ear. He returned his attention to the curve of her neck where it met shoulder, fingers digging into her skin at her waist with an enticing roughness, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

Despite Rose's best efforts, a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. "Not you, too," she managed to breathily force out, priding herself in not whimpering as she said it.

She saw another button fly loose, and her shirt gaped open just a little further, excitement spiking through her, and she involuntarily pushed her head back into the wall behind her, eyes fluttering closed, breath harsh in her throat.

"There she is," came the low, grunting shout of a local, and she panickingly looked over the Doctor's shoulder, trying to push her attention past the wonders of what that tongue of his was doing to her.

They'd found her.

And were heading this way.

"Jesus Christ!" she moaned, both from fright and the wonderfully sensitive spot the Doctor'd found below her ear.

Somehow she managed to piece a little bit of sense together and pushed urgently at the Doctor. His hands only moved further up her sides, caressing as they went, mouth moving down over her chest and to the suddenly exposed valley between her breasts.

"Doctor!" she groaned, this time unable to keep the yearning out of her voice. She felt her traitorous body arch into his, before she managed to summon enough of a thought to suddenly shove at him with all her strength, gasping in a lungful of air to try and clear her head, clothes and hair in disarray.

A look of surprise flashed over the Doctor's face as he stumbled back a few paces, eyes wide, but after only a second their brown depths darkened again and he advanced towards her with animal-like stealth. Rose's heart skipped a beat with the searing look he sent her, and her mind momentarily left her, unable to glance away.

What was she meant to be doing?

Escape. That was it. Mob, out to get her. Raging hormones. Groping hands. Run.

The Doctor leant forward as if to trap her, once again, and she quickly ducked under his arms, spinning on the spot and legging it before she even had time to think. She heard a low, warning growl behind her. She looked around to see the Doctor's intense gaze following her, before he gave chase, the locals several paces behind that.

Rose turned again to watch where she was running, and a grin split her face. Cool air soothed her flushed cheeks and lent to an odd sensation as it blew against her skin, feeling rather more exposed than what she was used to.

She let a sudden, unexpected bubble of laughter to burst from her lips, the fright of the situation from earlier all but gone. The TARDIS was in view, then, and Rose put on a sudden burst of speed as she headed for its welcoming blue panels.

She could feel the Doctor gaining ground behind her, could sense it as easily as she had felt his touch before, pushed up against the cold wall. She glanced at him, his coat billowed out behind him, his long legs eating up the distance between them. Something foreign, purely carnal darkened his eyes.

And as Rose urgently thumped into the unyielding wood of the TARDIS' door, pulled out her key and shoved it into the lock, she vowed to find out what the vat of clear liquid she had fallen in had been. Whatever that stuff was, whatever it did, whatever trouble it had gotten her into with the locals, she couldn't help but wish she had some more of it.

But for now, she thought as she slammed the door behind her, hearing the Doctor's frustrated growl slip through the gap just before it closed – for now she would lead him a merry chase through the safety of the bowels of his own ship.

Well, for a while, anyway.

And she realised with a devious chuckle, as she skidded through the control room and into the corridor, hearing him scrabbling to turn his key in the door lock, being caught wasn't always so bad, was it?

End.

bonhomie_13 @ 2007-04-13T12:29:00

2007-04-13T02:42:22Z

Now that's how I like my Doctor ...

Perfect ... but I thought he didn't like cats ...

In "The Empty Child" he hugs a kitty. I think he was just jealous of the cat Rose pets in "Fear Her".

Hmmm ... wet doctor. My thoughts run wild with the possibilities. *smirk*

Now I can't wait to see what happens.

But I still miss Rose. :(

*sniff*

Thanks to the BBC for the images.

bonhomie_13 @ 2007-04-12T19:05:00

2007-04-12T12:03:14Z

As snagged from lg7788a's journal

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

1. Where is your mobile?

Disappeared.

2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/lover?

Non-existent.

3. Your hair?

Sentient.

4. Your mother?

Confining.

5. Your father?

Hidden.

6. Your favourite item?

Bluebs.

7. Your dream last night?

Unremembered.

8. Your favourite drink?

Tea.

9. Your dream car?

Any.

10. The room you are in?

Me-ness.

11. Your ex?

Unremembered.

12. Your fear?

Uselessness.

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?

Decided.

14. Who did you hang out with last night?

Dogs.

15. What you're not?

Rusher.

19. The last thing you did?

Who'ed.

20. What are you wearing?

Undies.

21. Your favourite book?

Undecided.

22. The last thing you ate?

Cous-Cous.

23. Your life?

Frazzled.

24. Your mood?

Tired.

25. Your friends?

Missing.

26. What are you thinking about right now?

Who.

27. Your car?

Non-existent.

28. What are you doing at the moment?

Straightening.

29. Your summer?

Gone.

30. Your relationship status?

Lost.

31. What is on your tv?

Who.

32. When is the last time you laughed?

Arvo.

33. Last time you cried?

Arvo.

34. School?

Excessive.

I tag everyone. :P

Can I do that?

Doctor Who: The Shakespeare Code

2007-04-11T11:02:21Z

So ... watched episode 2 on YouTube the other day ...

Spoiler alert!

I have to admit, as much as I've tried, that I just can't seem to make myself like Martha that much. I don't find her to be a very good actor, she does NOTHING for the Doctor, and I just don't like her, to be honest.

:P

Sorry if that offends anyone.

I guess I came to like Rose too much. She really complemented and helped the Doctor so much.

But ... I absolutely LOVED the Harry Potter references.

"Wait till you read book seven. I cried!"

Gotta love some 900-year-old alien reading a "children's book".

lol.

And Shakespeare yelling "Expelliarmus!" was a nice touch.

But, anyway, I didn't get dragged into this as much as I did seasons one and two. I'll keep watching, I think, but I dunno ... season three hasn't done much for me so far.

I'm just waiting for Rose to make some sort of appearance. Something fishy's going on, anyway, with that S.S. Rose poster in the background. I'm intruigued, and if nothing else I'll watch next week just to see if anything else pops up. Maybe we'll have another Bad Wolf situation.

I just can't bear the thought that Rose is gone for good.

Well, at least they haven't dropped her completely. She's been mentioned in all three episodes since Doomsday, so that's a good sign.

My hear soared when I heard the Carrionite's words:

"The heart grows cold, the north wind blows, and carries down the distant... Rose?"

That name keeps him fighting.

*glows with happiness and lets a smug grin slip*

But, anyway, there were enjoyable parts to this episode now I think over it. His hearts stopping was hilarious, and I LOVED Martha being put down:

"Rose'd know."

Take that, Martha/Rose shippers! He still loves Rose! Martha was cut.

:P heheh.

Anyway, will have to watch it all over again because I'm forgetting what happened, already.

Would love to see what's behind the whole Queen wanting to behead the Doctor thing

bonhomie_13 @ 2007-04-10T15:13:00

2007-04-10T05:15:47Z

Been feeling really down lately. Prolly cause I can't seem to stop. Homework, assignments, specialist appointments, favours ...

God, someone shoot me.

On the bright side ...

I BOUGHT SERIES 1 AND 2 OF DOCTOR WHO!!!!!!!!!

Woot.

Gotta love some Doctor/Rose.

Star Wars Quiz

2006-07-23T06:10:36Z

Yay!

how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen

:D

Muppets test

2006-06-04T12:28:19Z

He He!!!

I'm so glad. I love the Chef!!! I have to admit that I'm very like him, though! Very good test.

Go take it!

You Are the Swedish Chef

"Bork! Bork! Bork!"
Your happy and energetic - with borderline manic tendencies.
No one really gets you. And frankly, you don't even get you.
But, you sure can whip up a great chocolate mousse

The Muppet Personality Test

Depression test

2006-06-04T11:58:00Z

Hmm...

I dunno ... I think it's a bit off ...

Disorder	Your Score
Major Depression:	Very High
Dysthymia:	Moderate
Bipolar Disorder:	Extremely High
Cyclothymia:	Extremely High
Seasonal Affective Disorder:	High
Postpartum Depression:	N/A
Take the Depression Test

Firewoman

2006-03-06T01:18:18Z

Hey!

Guess what awesome thing I did yesterday?

I fought a fire.

Yay!

Okay, well maybe it wasn't a huge fire, but we did more than the firefighters did!

I'll tell you all the story.

I was on my way back to Melbourne from Myrtleford with my mum and friend, just passing through Whorouly, when I saw smoke. I mentioned it, but thought nothing of it, although it was a really hot day, and there would have been a fireban in place. Anyway, my mum's conscience got the better of her and she turned around. We drove up, and found out that an electrical pole had sparked and set the grass alight around it. So, we got out and started to stomp the fire out, when another man pulled up in a car, obviously also seeing the smoke. So, he set off to get help while we continued with the fire.

It was too hot for us to just stamp out, so we ended up finding a soft eski container, a plastic bag and a towel. We scooped up water as fast as possible from a nearby drum next to the river, and wet the towel to beat the fire out. It was just reaching the fence and a tree, where it would most likely get dangerous if left alone. So, we were frantically making runs between the drum and the flames, throwing water here and there.

Finally, we got the fire out ...

... when two firetrucks turned up, with a whole lot of cars from neighbouring farms!

Nice timing.

Anyway, as soon as they turned up we left, so we didn't get to take all the credit for it.

Bummer.

And after singeing the hair on my left arm, a little of my eyelashes, the end of my ponytail and getting covered in ash, too!

Ah, well. I feel much better for it, anyway.

Okay, well I'm meant to be getting ready for Uni now.

So, TTFN.

Hello!

2006-03-02T04:30:27Z

Well, yay, I have my own Live Journal! I'm so excited!

Well, it’s quite noisy here in my dorm room. Not in my dorm room, per se, but the noise readily filters through the doors, walls and window to make it sound as if there is a party going on in here. It’s actually really amusing. There are two boys next door, who have been in Cheers for too long, I think, and they have somehow managed to find a trumpet and have made it their sole duty to play every song they can as the stereo blasts full-boar.

“Maria” from West Side Story has been a popular rendition, and the off-key, high-pitched singing was an absolutely spectacular accompaniment to the squeaky tune of the trumpet. The scary thing is that they were shouting out requests for it, no make that they forced the girl to play it (I could hear it from my room) and then proceeded to sing every single word.

They knew it off by heart!

That is uber scary. I haven’t even seen West Side Story before.

They’ve also made it their business to play “Sly” and “Rhythm” by the Cat Empire, some strange 80’s song and anything that they can get their hands on.

At this stage, I don’t think it matters to them if they’re listening to Play School or Jack Johnson. Now some crazy 70’s music is blasting away. I don’t know where they get this stuff.

Now they’re playing the military tattoo.

And the Last Stand.

Which has turned into some weird horse-racing slash hunt sounds.

And now we even have car impressions.

All through the trumpet, of course.

And Superkallafredjalisticexpialladocious or however you spell it. The song off Mary Poppins, anyway.

I could have recorded all this and sold it, if he wasn’t so drunk. I think he’d be absolutely awesome if he was sober. He’s doing quite a good job as it is. Besides the trumpet-duck noises. And the pauses to yell “hello” to people down on the street.

Yep, if any of you are in Hawthorn, Australia right now, come on by. It’s quite the show here, all the bloke needs is an audience. Although, I don’t think he’s too fussed either way.

And know they’re shrieking in the hallway.

Oh, my level is such a party.

Anyway, been working on my HP fic: Power Surge. I haven't even showed anyone any of it yet, because I've only done about 30,000 words, and they're not even at Hogwarts yet. Oh, and I posted another chapter of The Quandary last night. My Jedi Apprentice fic. One chapter to go!

Anyway, better go.

Bonhomie