Where we can celebrate all the anniversary type things, like the slow ebbing away of the love in our union, the awkward silences that will haunt us through the dinner, and the passive aggressive hatred that will consume us both until one of us dies.
In other words, happy first birthday to this journal! Yay one year. Although, it was more like... six months and a bit, after which I got a massive writer's block and a burst of sudden unexpected walls of no confidence.
And anger and Hulkish keyboard smashing. That too.
But thanks to anyone who still reads this journal. You guys are awesome, and much more awesome than me. Like, God wishes he was awesome as you, because your awesome makes people blind and walls crumble with soul-crushing intensity. The epicness you induce needs whole new dimensions to keep it all in. That is how awesome you are.
Here's to a hopefully more active year. You are all now entitled to go get drunk because I told you to.
Snog people up trees. Eight would.
"Loneliness is just about the scariest thing out there" - Joss Whedon
By the time he realised that what he was hearing was Auld Lang Syne
, a touch he was sure wasn't done by pure coincidence, he was already on his way to the Cloister Room. The large ornate doors leading to the disused and not very often visited room were dusty and, in his opinion, not able to open fast enough. When they did, however, and the words "We two have paddled in the stream" were now crystal clear in the air and unmuffled by what should have been at least ten inches of solid metal shaped like an eye.( Every ball you throw will make me rich.Collapse )Eighth Doctor
ooc: a) savagestime made me, after apparent revelations that Roberts!Master could have been sticking around in the Eye and haunted Eight, much in the way that Roberts!Master haunts me. b) This probably wasn't what she wanted or expected. c) I'm fully aware I'm crap lately. d) must stop writing oocs.
"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."
~John Keating (Dead Poets Society)
A tapping on the microphone told the murmuring crowd to quiet down, which they did in a loose and reluctant manner, still leaving whisperings by the time the old professor with the thinning white hair that looked like it was combed by a savage wind instead of a row of toothed plastic, walked onto the stage and spoke in an equally thin voice to inform them all of a Dr. Smith who was here to speak today. He added, looking (or at least attempting to look) sternly them all, would they please leave the food to be eaten, since throwing them would be a waste of perfectly good vegetables that were at least somewhat more satisfying than the food actually served on the Cambridge grounds. If they knew what was best for them, they'd eat before the dinner, and therefore suffer much less in life as a whole.( Life is like a grapefruit.Collapse )Eighth Doctor
ooc: I accidentally clicked post twice before I actually finished, so I'm sorry if anyone's flist went 'FWAH' with boring text wall they didn't expect. Also, happy Darwin's birthday. Albeit it was on the 12th, and I didn't notice until the 13th. And only after I clicked open his wiki for references.
[OOC: It's really just the last one that kills me. Pun intended. -1 points.]
This year I've been busy!
In February I turned handysparehand in for running naked in the mall (3 points). In April I caught a purse-snatcher who stole ambitious_woman's purse (30 points). In June I gave aces_are_rare a wet willie, then I took it back (-5 points). Last Saturday justcrizz and I robbed a bank (-50 points). Last week I committed genocide... Sorry about that, savagestime (-5000 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-5022 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!
Telephone message transcript, taken 17th of April, 1982 at 1:27 PM.
Hello, this is Headmistress Schechter of Farnsworth School. I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news in the case of your daughter, Miranda, who was admitted into the hospital just a few minutes ago. I... I don't know how to explain what happened to her, but I assure you, Mr. Smith that we did everything we could with the medical facilities at our disposal. But... (sob)
... A-as I've said, we don't know what could have happened, whether the injuries were an accident or something more. None of the other teachers were watching at the time and the children refuse to say anything about it. I am... terribly sorry, Mr. Smith, and I pray that you make it to her side as soon as possible.( --Collapse )The Eighth Doctor
1. My name is: The Doctor
2. I may seem: Incredibly intelligent.
3. But I'm really: Incredibly dashing as well.
4. People who know me think: That I need to get a better name.
5. If you knew me you'd: Like me, hopefully.
6. Sometimes I feel: Like having tea in the middle of an existential crisis.
7. In the morning I: Reminded Charley that time was relative. ... Again.
8. I like to sleep: In my favourite chair.
9. If I could be doing anything right now I would be: Reading in the Library with a bowlful of Jelly Babies and the sort of tea that makes an Arctic wasteland look like a garden of lilies.
10. Money is: A fiction.
11. One thing I wish I had is: A self-making pot of tea.
12. One thing I have that I wish I didn't is: Erm... ah... I've no idea.
13. All you need is: Love? Mm, Beatles. Maybe I should take the TARDIS there next.
14. All I need is: Excitement.
15. If I had one wish it would be: To have five more wishes.
16. Love is: Universal.
17. My body is: Short. I wish I was somewhat taller.
18. If an angel flew into my window at night, I would: Ask it when the TARDIS made windows.
19. If a demon crashed into my window, I would: Fix the window.
20. If I could see one person right now it would be: Erm... 'one' is very unfair.
21. Something I want but I don't really need is: A rock garden in the TARDIS
22. Something I need but I don't really want is: Charley would probably say 'a sense of propriety'.
23. I live for: I live. Who need a 'for'?
24. I dare you all to: Hop on one leg and go intimidate a dodo.
25. I am afraid of: A lot of things.
26. It makes me angry when: Someone hurts my friends.
27. I cry because: Everyone cries.
28. This survey is: Mildly interesting.
So, I don't know anyone who doesn't feel like they aren't getting enough feedback. So... let's give some. What do you like about my pup? What do you think could be improved? What things about them do you not understand that you'd like elaborated on?
Give me your best shot, folks, you know you wanna.
All comments are screened, IP addresses are off, there will surely be no going over to your house and setting you on fire-ing. I assure you. Really.
You know you who remind me of? You're Peter Pan, the little boy who never grew up. Who lived in Never Never Land and fought with pirates and pixies. Nana used to read me Peter Pan. I wanted to be Wendy. And now I am. Wendy Darling having adventures in fairy land with the boy who never grew old. But you see, Wendy grew up in the end, that's what so sad. And poor Peter. Chapter One: Peter Breaks Through.( All children grow up, except one.Collapse )The Eighth Doctor
Poor, little, Peter left all on his own...
528 words (without quotes)
(If you didn't know before, reading all my prompts and noticing all my numerous references to Douglas Adams, I really love Douglas Adams. He certainly trumps Moffat AND RTD in my books any day, it's only a shame that corpses are legally obliged to stay in their graves, not write TV shows.
But I do have a T-shirt saying "Douglas Adams is my God.
... if I actually believed in one."
( I shall use my powers of Douglas ranting!Collapse )
If there was one thing the Doctor had learned by this point in his travels, it was that he did not have a good relationship with cats. They had claws, he had skin that they could claw at. It was just simply something that was never meant to be.
He didn't hate them... as such. He didn't hate them as much as he was extremely weary of them. Them and their little cute ears and their soft fur and their propensity to try and kill him a lot of the time.
So when the TARDIS landed on a planet full of the venomous little vermin pests, his first instinct was to run back inside and just hope that they didn't come after him with cyanide and large lead boxes for him to suffocate in just to prove a point about Schroedinger's cat.
He'd met Schroedinger's cat. It was quite clear why people kept locking it in boxes and killing it (or not) half the time in the first place.
"We should go," he said immediately, eyes catching nervously on one that was completely the wrong size for any cat to be. Sixteen feet was long enough. He hoped there weren't larger ones.
(Cause I think she'll probably kill me if I don't have this finished by the time she wakes up.
I should add, before I start, I really didn't like this prompt. I did it out of desperation and "OMFG, I NEED TO DO SOMETHING NOW"ness that doesn't really end up creating some very readable stuff, in my opinion. At least not with me. I know a lot of people who write wonderfully that way, but I can't do it and be satisfied later.
So, the Doctor's talking to himself. Well, it had to happen sooner or later. I think Charley and C'rizz were sort of thinking exactly that. He had to get to arguments with himself eventually, no? Like Leela says in the audios: "The Doctor was always many people in one."
("That's probably why his ego is the size it is." Romana, I love you, yes I do.)
And it's Caerdroia fic! Everyone loves Caerdroia! Personally, my favourite audio was Terror Firma, followed by Zagreus, but then I have such a hard time choosing favourites anyway and I totally loved Caerdroia. It had cows and Paul McGann's voice times three. It's a winning formula, I tell you.)( Talking to yourself is a sign if intelligence. Answering, however, is a sign of insanity.Collapse )
(I suppose I should have expected one of these to be full of massive angst. And then a lot of them were. Cause I really can't write a happy Eight, have you noticed? Which is all sorts of wrong because Eight is nothing if not happy. Well, if he's not happy he's sad, but that's beside the point. Well, that is the point, but it's one that's completely ruining this argument so just ignore this entire paragraph.
I actually had this sifting around in my files for weeks. I knew what it was, I knew what I wanted to write for it, but all the scenes kept getting mixed up in my head because they were five little vignettes and I didn't know how to organise them and then by the end of the week I was so sick of it I just killed the Doctor off because that's how writers work. I never said I was the most creative. In fact, if you do hear me saying that, it's probably because I'm just drunk or something. Not that I get drunk very often, but when I do, I'm drunk as a cold cup of water on a hot day. Douglas Adams joke. See? Creativity? Not my strong suit.
What's this thing about? Where's my dressing gown? What, commentary? Ah crap, I'm going for a smoke.)Five things you want to do before you die.( LOOK AT ME, I'M A CUT.Collapse )
Request any fic of mine and I will provide you with a commentary/annotations, like a DVD extra.
I shall be an innovator in my commentaries and do it complete with MUSICALS!
It works by you turning on a musical soundtrack and listening to that to cover up the fail.
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
[ooc: Comments are not really screened, but each conversation is private.]
(Also, yeah, shut up, I'm writing, sort of, I'll GET TO IT. >__>)
Pick a Doctor and I'll drabble for you, because I'm both bored and suffering from a writer's block that is probably only worthy of Douglas Adams. Pick as many as suit your fancy and I'll try to write at least one. And if you've a particular mood or incarnation in mind, feel free to specify that.
10. Watching Television!Eight
11. Playing dress-up!Eight
25. Choose your own!Eight
Ways this meme would be more fun: Make the whole 'replace name' thing easier so that my arms and brain feel vaguely like they haven't crawled out of a rhinoceros, stamped on and charged at.