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amy pond
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Female companions and their Hogwarts Houses
Man, how do you figure Amy as Slytherin? Like, I’m legit interested.
amy again
Oh, Amy Pond. Bitterness and furious fanfiction aside, I never got over what happened to her.
Amy was callous, guarded, sarcastic, snarky, rude. She had deep-seated abandonment issues, she was sympathetic to suicide, she broke down completely in bad situations. People didn’t look beyond her mask. “She’s a blank slate. She’s barely a character. An object, not a person.”
Amy wore, on the recommendation of her actress, very short skirts. She took jobs that traded on her good looks, and she flirted a lot. People took one look at her and said, “She’s just Moffat’s fantasy woman. She’s not real, not relatable. An object, not a person.
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Amy was smart, incredibly smart, smart enough to remember non-existent things into existence and bend the universe to her will. People didn’t buy it. “The Doctor Who companions aren’t normal people anymore. They aren’t even people anymore. An object, not a person.”
Amy was the victim of a horrible sexual crime. She was stripped of her clothes and put on a white table and interfered with against her will whilst unconscious.
An object, not a person. “Amy Pond deserved better!” people furiously wrote, but how could they feel anything for her, how could they love her for surviving, if they hadn’t thought there even was an Amy Pond in the first place?
“Starry Starry Amy” – Digital Oil Painting
Some Van Gogh inspired makeup and hair for Amy! Please note, the background behind the stars is actually from Van Gogh’s “Starry Night,” I did not paint that part.
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You know when sometimes you meet someone so
beautiful, and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later
they’re dull as a brick. But then there’s other people, and you meet
them and you think ‘not bad, they’re okay’, and then you get to know
them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality’s
written all over it, and they just they turn into something so beautiful.
