Remember I said I’d write this? I wrote this! It’s also available on AO3.
Amy
When Amy Pond was nine years old, her art teacher presented a replica of Vase With 12 Sunflowers to the class, and asked every child to describe how it made them feel.
“Happy,” said most of the pupils, associating sunflowers with summer and sunshine and childhood.
“Sad,” said Mels.
Amy thought about it harder than anyone. “Proud,” she finally said.
“Why?” asked the teacher.
“I don’t know,” said Amy.
“Well,” the teacher said, smiling indulgently, “that’s not much good to anyone, then, is it?”
“Her name is on it,” Rory spoke up.
“Well spotted, Rory,” said the teacher. “But the Amy whose name is on here is a different Amy, who died a long time ago. She must have been a friend of Vincent’s.”
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You should read this fanfic about all the boxes Amy/women get put in, and how Amy rejects that.
oh gosh thank you! (somehow my comment ended up in the tag first)