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Fandoms. A diverse, colourful, often divisive scene - and no area of fandom moreso than pairings. Well, I'm not much of a 'shipper myself. I've been known to write Master/Rani in subtext, Master/Lucy Saxon briefly where it fitted with canon, and Master/Valeyard...heh, I think I just like writing the Master, don't I? Usually stick to genfic, though. Some people, however, seem to have a whole flippin' armada of 'ships! Some people will pair anyone and everyone. Some have their beloved OTPs and OT3s that they devote their attentions entirely to. Even canon gives us a few occasionally! I've been hanging around in various areas of fandom for a while now, and it's occurred to me that I've seen quite a variety of pairings attempted in fanworks...so, out of curiosity, I cobbled together a nice, big, square table with little boxes! I racked my brains and ticked those little boxes for every pairing I could recall having seen in the Doctor Who fandom between every character I've ever seen paired...and here it is! Fandom, I present the Epic Pairing Table of Doctor Who Fandom! So, who fancies helping me fill it in? I can't remember where I saw most of these, but I will make an attempt to put in links to an example of each pairing. If you've seen any ticked pairings and can flick me a link, please do and I'll add it! Similarly, if you've either seen or written one that isn't ticked, please comment with a link and I'll add it. You have to include a link, though - I'm afraid I can't just take your word for it that "I saw Vastra/Brigadier, Jamie/Rory and Susan/Gwen once". Fanworks include fanfiction, fanart, meta discussion, photomanips, poetry/trock...it doesn't count those "list your 10 favourite characters" memes, though, I'm afraid (otherwise I'd have a Davros/Dream Lord box ticked in there!). Doesn't matter if it's crack or serious - there's a fine line, sometimes, when it gets hard to judge, so I'll stick 'em all in. Also counts canon - if there's anything I've forgotten, let me know. If you fancy deliberately writing/drawing something specifically to fill an unticked box, that's very cool - comment with a link and I'll add it! C'mon - let's see how many of those little Xs we can uncover! Disclaimer: I'm not making any comment on whether I'm for or against any of these pairings. They're just pairings I've seen done - I haven't necessarily read the fics, and I can't say whether I thought they were any good. Also, this is a pairing table - some of these Xs may link to fics or art with various warnings and various subject matter, so be warned and click at your own risk. Table is big. Scary big. It's just HTML - not a huge file size, works fine on dial-up, but it will stretch your screen. Also, it's hosted on someone else's computer, so if they turn it off or their internet crashes, the link will be temporarily unavailable.
STATISTICS!
- Characters included: 207
- Possible combinations: 21,528
- Ticked: 589
- Table completion: 2.74%
- Last updated: 20th April 2013
FIC SEARCH!The following pairings have been ticked, but I have been unable to find either the original fanwork I saw/heard of or any other example of the pairing. If you've seen any of them, do let me know!
- Four/Dalek
- Seven/Bernice Summerfield
- Nine/Nine
- Nine/TARDIS
- Valeyard/Mel
- Ten-Duplicate (Handy)/Simm-Master
- John Smith/Romana
- Ainley-Master/Adric
- Ainley-Master/Kamelion
- Rani/OC
- Jack/Rory
- Jo/Benton
- Romana/Rani
The following are also unlinked, but ticked and underlined as they are canon pairings. It'd be nice to have a link to a fanwork for them, though, if anyone's done it...
- Ace/Glitz
- Ace/Jan
- Bernice Summerfield/Jason Kane
AFFILIATES! unwhosual is a request/prompt/fill community journal dedicated to rare, underappreciated, new or unknown ships. Tags: doctor who, fandom
Current Mood:  bouncy
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So. An update on the social happenings of Aietradaea. But alas, this is no high-spirited romp through the rolling meadows of university clubs. It is a tale of woe. Of deprivation. Of rejection. It began with a notice - harmless enough, it seemed, and laced with intrigue, slipped quietly under my door one evening as I studied the beef production systems of Northland. "Network gaming evening. Bring your laptop to the Blocks kitchen, Sunday, 7:30pm" Little did they know, I thought to myself with a malevolent leer, that that harmless vet student from B-block moonlights as "Aietra:)", holder of five out of the six all-time Fergusson Hall Minesweeper records. I may not know my fellow residents from one day to the next; I may not be able to follow a conversation if they are eating, standing behind me, looking at my hair or otherwise penetrating the strictly defined boundaries that are interaction with Aietradaea... but onscreen, all bets are off, obstacles transcended with the click of a mouse that informs you "Joe - enemy. Click to shoot." Come Sunday, I fished out a network cable, reset my mouse a few times until it worked, and then unplugged my laptop and scuttled into the Blocks kitchen, two doors away, reaching the wall socket just in time to save my failing battery. It struck me at that moment how few other plugs there were, considering the field of computers that assailed my vision - surely they couldn't all be running network games on their batteries...could they? Rows of heads were silhouetted against the glare of 2800x1600 widescreen laptops; the air was rent with explosions and the cries of wounded soldiers. "You got a grenade?" "Nah - all out. Tried the Red base?" "There's Nazi zombies in there." Excellent, I thought, banishing the chemical composition of equine bile salts from my mind. Tonight, O laptop...we taste undead flesh!"Oh, hey - you playing?" one valiant warrior inquired of me as I took a seat. "What's that?" "This is my laptop." I introduced myself, slotted my network cable into the back of my laptop and, holding the plug in place with one hand, prepared to acquaint my machine with its new comrades. "Limited or no connectivity," it popped. Heads turned towards my 1024x768 screen. "Oh dear," they said. "Our network's not working properly." Cables switched, clicked, flicked and plugged; settings were changed...and then a passing glance at my screen informed them of the true source of the problem. "She's got Windows XP. Oh dear." Being the gentlemen that they were, patches were downgraded and settings reverted on their transclucent Windows 7 control panels, until at last, the local area network connection was active at 100.0 Mbps. Mass installations began. A USB 2.0 flash drive was passed around from slot to slot as each player downloaded and installed the necessary software. Within minutes, it reached my laptop and I, and I unplugged the mouse to make room in my USB 1.0 slot. "Will she have room for it?" someone wondered. "Oh yeah," I replied nonchalantly. "I've got about 4 GB on here." I inserted the drive and began to copy. "15 minutes remaining," my computer informed me, matter-of-factly. My fellow gamers spoke not a word as they returned to their screens and re-enacted three battles of World War IV while they patiently awaited me. And then we were go. Hard drive full-to-bursting, my laptop whirred with anticipation as all around us, shining Brightview screens darkened and skeleton hands burst out of graves. The dead were rising, and we would meet them head on in epic combat... The laptop whirred. And whirred. "It's a bit... slow...isn't it?" a gamer to my right commented as my desktop flickered, once, twice... "Are you sure-" "Rendering OpenGL failed!" my laptop cried in dismay. "Oh dear," said the soldiers-at-arms. "It's not working." They peered closely at my screen, opened command line panels, scrolled through the control panel. And they shook their heads. Behind them, dual-core, triple-core, quad-core, upgrades, new grades, 2-, 4-, 6-GHZ processors and minimum 20GB of physical memory smoothly rendered the zombie flag, a tattered banner against a high-definition moonlit night. "Your computer can't run 3D graphics," a grenadier gasped. "Does that mean...does that mean I can't play?" I sniffed. "I'm afraid so," they answered solemnly, and returned to their battlefield. "Can you run any games?" a sympathetic secret agent asked me. "Well, I'm a sucker for Age of Empires," I said hopefully. "You got AOE 3?" "1. But I've got the '96 expansion pack." "Oh. Well, we'll call you if we play that." I unplugged my network cable, and my single-core, 1.4GHZ processor objected with a mournful pop. It prompted me - would I like to upgrade? After all, I haven't done so since 4th August 2004. 175MB of available physical memory kicked into action to warn me that my battery was dying, and I headed for the door. "Why don't you get a new laptop?" a voice called after me. I looked down at my faithful machine, warm and buzzing, cradled in my arms. It stared back at me, pleading: "You should connect to mains power immediately or risk losing your work." Gunshots, lasers and the roar of wounded undead echoed after me as I hung my head and departed in shame. Tags: ...and life goes on, geekery, humour, stories
Current Mood:  rejected
Current Location: Sidelined
Current Music: Dragontown - Alice Cooper
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And so, armed with only a trusty Triffid and a DVD of the Doctor Who season finale, she departed hence for lands uncharted and populated mainly by ducks... In other words, yes, I did indeed forget most of the necessities of life with which to furnish my new enclosure here at Massey, the centre of the sheep world! But oh well... I'm sure I can survive without bedsheets, meat, vegetables, cereal and a DVD of the rest of that season of Doctor Who for another two weeks... (Why on earth have I written "flannel" on my list of things to get?! That's one of the few things I do have! Oh dear...I wonder what I meant to write instead of that...) Yup. Aietra's back, back again. And I thought I'd mark the occasion with an equally dramatic return to LJ! FaceBook just doesn't cut it when it comes to recounting the tales of my daily adventures to ye, my loyal fans and followers. Especially when it's full of Javascript errors and broken links and only David Gilmour's entries come up. Of course, I fully intended to ask Dave to ask Wendy if she got her camera case O.K., but I think he's probably busy rocking at the moment. Anyhoos, lectures are now in full swing - except for Animal Genetics, where the entire herd of vet students walked around the campus for the entire hour looking for the lecturer, who was one step behind us the whole way. I figure us vet students deserve the prestigious title of "herd" now, since we're going to spend this year learning about sheep. Did you know that there were 87 million sheep in New Zealand in 1985? That number has since decreased, and was recorded at about 35 million in 2008. Pity...I'm going to miss those sheep... Animal Science, Animal Genetics, Veterinary Physiology and Veterinary Anatomy - that's what's on the menu for me this year. Same dog for Anatomy...fingers crossed the old Escherischi coli haven't gotten stuck in and had their own little microbial Christmas over the holidays! So far, we have learned about the eyeball, brain, spinal cord and peripheral nervous system. Oh, and sheep. Dissection of the eyeball commences at 1400 hours on Thursday. I managed to get moved to Fergusson Hall, so when I'm all cozy and settled in, I hope to acquire two Bourke's parakeets. For those of you who I haven't enthused to about them already, they're like little pink budgies. I'm pondering calling them Pink and Floyd, but somehow that doesn't seem very imaginative...I mean, everyone calls their Bourkies and Galahs "Floyd"! I dunno...any suggestions? The room is...well, I suppose some would call it "cozy" already! That's the polite way of putting it. But my whitewashed concrete walls are decorated with photos of Meg (the Pink Floyd poster doesn't stay up with blu-tack, and I can't stick pins in these walls! What to do?! :( ), the threadbare carpet is decorated with a suitable quotia of cabin bread crumbs and the noticeboard on the outside of my door reads "Caution: Triffids". The noticeboard of the person opposite me reads, unfortunately, "Anita will drink you under the table". I'm thinking this doesn't bode well for quiet, reflective evenings learning the neurotransmitters of the autonomic neural synapses. Oh well, no matter - I'm writing an epic Doctor Who fanfiction! And Monk is on... must go see if I can achieve basic communication that suffices to clear the common room of Shortland Street fans... Laters, all! Tags: ...and life goes on, domesticity, university
Current Mood:  chipper
Current Music: Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay - Otis Redding
Current Location: At the top of a 167-step flight of stairs...
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10 things that Aietra has learned about being domestic and self-sufficient: - Lint, dry mud, hair and those little tissuey bits from leaving tissues in one’s trouser pockets can be effectively removed with a hairbrush.
- Nothing can be effectively removed with a hairbrush if woollen socks have been included in the wash – they fly off and are then sucked straight back on by the static electricity, along with all the little tissuey bits that you brushed off last week.
- Little tissuey bits do not, in fact, just kind of go away if a carpet is not vacuumed.
- Nor does anything else.
- Dry cheerios do, in fact, leave residue on a bowl.
- Residue from dry cheerios is impossible to remove after a period of approximately a week.
- Your biggest storage space is the floor.
- If you eat garlic for tea, change your pillowcase the next morning.
- Junk food can be remarkably sustaining if enough of it is consumed.
- Woodlice are the perfect roommates. They will put up with whatever music you listen to, they eat the mess made by your pot plants, and I swear they telepathically encourage me to wash my hair every now and again!
Wow...can't believe I've been here nearly three weeks. Feels like hardly any time at all... (And I've only listened to Comfortably Numb twice in that entire time! I underestimate this song...) Eep. Ben's never heard OVO. Right, I shall have to do something about that before it's too late! Your life is incomplete until you've heard OVO. Mind you, that's what I told him about Lord of the Rings and WALL-E. And that's what he told me about 2001: A Space Odyssey and Star Wars. When will our lives be complete?! Hang on - people spend years studying philosophy to try and answer that question. o.O ? Tags: ...and life goes on, domesticity, humour, waxing philosophical
Current Location: I don't think I'll bother filling in this space any more...
Current Music: Comfortably Numb... ~_~ *bliss*
Current Mood:  contemplative
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Well, I'm only posting because LJ is a good deal easier to work than Blender! I type, I click, people read. Simple. As oppose to: I click, I click again, I click a third time for good measure and the cube turns upside-down and starts following the mouse around, I press a key and the cube turns into a cone, I press another key and it turns pink, I click "unborn children" and it turns hairy, I press another key and my mouse disappears and the whole thing just dies. Blehh...I give up! Blender is a 3D graphics and animation program that Ben convinced me was easy to use and really powerful, and we downloaded and installed yesterday. Within minutes, he had produced a 3D image of my tornado lamp, sprouted grass on it and pondered animating the particles in it. So I foolishly thought "Ooh, that looks easy enough, and it's a bit of a step up from Paint". Well, it's certainly a step up from Paint - I was right there. It's going from the program I drew smiley faces with when I was four... to a version of the program Pixar used to make Wall-E. Maybe I should just study after all... I'm in a creative mood. I don't know why - I just have this urge to write music or draw a picture or make 3D graphics or write a story or something... Maybe it was being around Ben...or maybe it's just that learning organic functional groups starves one of any sort of creative process! Well, I can't decide what to do now...you decide! What should I do? (Please don't say make 3D graphics!) I wore my Dark Side of the Moon T-shirt for the first time today since I arrived in Massey. Now that wouldn't normally be big news - but 3 people came up and talked to me today, and they all said they liked my T-shirt! Have I just found the secret to popularity? I don't think you're desperate enough to try it, are you, Tinkles? Or anyone for that matter! But if you are...we may need to brush up on your Floydology before you head out into the world! Yeah, I can just imagine it... "Hey, I like your T-shirt. Awesome album that, eh?" "Uhh...yeah." "Yeah, I prefer The Division Bell, though. What about you?" "Ah...no. No, I like..." *reads T-shirt upside-down* "...I like...uh...Dark Side of the Noom. I mean, Moon." Ben was wearing the same T-shirt as me. Turns out, we both got up yesterday morning and thought "Aietra/Ben hasn't worn theirs recently - it should be O.K. to wear mine." Yup, he came to see me. :) And we hung out, and life was good... We got a Star Wars movie out of the library and watched that in my room until late, but luckily everyone had gone to town to get drunk, so there was no-one else in this horribly un-soundproof hall to hear "Anakin! Use the force!" *light saber buzz* *loud explosion* "In grave danger, you are, young Jedi" *laser guns* *spaceships* Arrgghh...that library! The DVDs section is in a seperate room, but with glass walls. The bookcases are really close together, and when you're in there, you feel like you're in a small room, and you completely forget that the entire second floor of the library can see you and is watching your back! So yeah, me and Ben were in there by ourselves, and... (...this isn't going to end the way you think it might!) ...so we were looking for a movie, and I spotted The Matrix, and asked Ben what it was like, and he said it was an action movie with really slow-motion, over-the-top fight scenes with the spinning camera and stuff, and I said "Oh - I think I know the kind of thing - where they do that thing with the guns, right?" And he said yup, that's the one, and we both started doing ridiculous impressions of the fight scenes from the Matrix, and, phantom guns blazing, I spun around... ...to see this couple, hand-in-hand, watching me from their study desks, looking VERY entertained! They couldn't see Ben because he was behind a bookshelf - just me, all by myself... When we came out with our Star Wars DVD, they were chatting away in Chinese and laughing, and they both turned and grinned at me as I walked past. It wasn't until I later picked up the recent Student Newsletter that I saw the featured article - seems I'm not the only one to have felt a deceptive sense of privacy behind that glass wall! There was a joke article about couples "doing it" in the Library - and a photo of a couple in all their glory, getting it on right where I had been sighted doing my Matrix impressions! So I suppose it could have been worse, you know. Maybe if me and Ben were anyone other than me and Ben... I don't want to think about it! X.X Tags: ...and life goes on, embarassment, geekery
Current Music: Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Current Location: The usual...
Current Mood: exposed
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Well, it has come to my attention that there are uninformed people out there who do not understand these awesome little critters known as woodlice (or slaters - I think that might be the Kiwi name for them). This is a woodlouse:  My favourite one that died was bright red, though, and therefore was known as "King Crimson". They come in all colours and sizes, actually. Claire's two favourites are a massive, jet-black one called "Destroyer" and a grey one with brown spots called "Gerry". Contrary to popular belief, they do not, in fact, roll up in little balls. If it does that, it is probably one of these:  This is a pill millipede (the New Zealand ones look a lot more similar to woodlice. They don't have the stripes, for one thing.) You can't really see from this picture, but pill millipedes have blowholes all along their back, one on each segment. I have about 5 pill millipedes. Pill millipedes are insects...but woodlice are not! Woodlice are crustaceans, so they're related to lobsters and crayfish. They shed their shells when they grow, breathe through gills, and if you turn them upside-down, you will see that the females carry their eggs underneath them and they have those little sticky-out feeder things on the sides of their mouths. Anyone who paid attention in Bio will know that this is an example of convergent evolution! :) They live in the same places and eat the same things - except that I don't think pill millipedes eat their dead. The woodlice do that for them. They're saprophytes! *oozes Bio-nerdism* I hope you managed to keep your breakfast down, Tina! XD Tags: animals, informative
Current Mood:  nerdy
Current Music: Chris Cornell - You Know My Name
Current Location: nature... Ain't it great?
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Oh joy... A sleepover. Of a small sister and her small friend. Last night. I swear they have their own language! I can barely understand a word they say! I asked yesterday if they wanted to go and see Mr. Bean, and they answered something to the effect of "Ooooooo, she's so, like, random *giggle* and all, like, oooooomooshangybooboum*giggle* but shouldn't Mr Sheep sit next to Mr Duck, 'coz then he's got, like, a random friend, and then they can be all, like, oooooooooo, random!" Translation: O.K. So we went to see Mr. Bean, and as soon as we got there, Claire started saying to her pesky little friend "Ooooooo, you know that random guy? Aietra's, like, in love with this random guy! You know, the random guy with the random thing? It's so, like, random!" and the pesky little friend replied "*giggle" Oooooo, random!" Last night was interesting. They were still up and giggling at 11:00, and I was told to warn them that Mum would be coming up in a few minutes. Opened the door and was greeted with "Oooooooo! *giggle* She looks so random! She's, like, a grim reaper! Oooooooo!" So they made me walk in and out again 6 or so times so they could imagine my silhouette against the door was a grim reaper and giggle, before I left to brush my teeth. While I was doing that, they decided to re-enact the grim reaper thing by themselves, but my door was open, and I heard Friend: "Wooooooooo! I'm the random grim reaper guy!" Sister: "Nah, that was just lame. I can see all the dogs on your pyjamas." I retired to my room, door firmly closed later, and at about midnight, I heard them scuttling backwards and forwards in the corridor, an impressive display of giggling and then an enormous THUMP that shook my whole room. Dad, downstairs, apparently heard the running around and giggling, then a window opening and something being thrown out of it before the THUMP. He came up and told them off, which was quite amusing. I am a fly on the wall. =) This morning, they decided to do a documentary on me. Asked why I liked making a mess, why I listened to such random hippie music, what I was writing and why I loved the random guy with the random thing. All on camera. And then grabbed the picture of the aforementioned "random guy" off the wall, waved it in front of the camera and said "*giggle* It's Aietra's random guy! Oooooo, he's so, like, random! Look - she wants to kiss him, you can see it in her eeeeeeeyyyeeesss! *giggle* She wants to kiss his, like, random thing! Ew, it'd be all, like, random! *giggle*" That will be on tape for Dad to look through in a few years when he decides what tape to use next time we go on holiday. Oh joy. Another of their tragic disaster movies followed, this one involving a small doll commiting suicide a number of times by jumping off my leg because I wouldn't tell it I loved it. They wanted me to pick background music, so I picked "Don't Stop Movin' - S Club 7". Then they told me to pick a really sad song, so I picked "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", it being first thing that came to mind as I scrolled through. But they decided it was too "like, random and sad", so dolly died to the death-metal version of "Whoa Black Betty". And she's gone home now, leaving my room in a mess and Claire very bored. Phew! I had a narrow escape, methinks. ~~~~~~~ By the way, the song I was listening to won't fit in the box, but it's called "Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave and Grooving With A Pict." Tags: ...and life goes on, family, humour
Current Mood: relieved
Current Music: See above
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