Sometimes, people tell me random things and then stories happen. Like that time a friend told me to write a Doctor Who stapler monster. Stuff like that
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require:
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu:
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those;-
So true a fool is Love, that in your will Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
I did not know I shipped this: Omega/Rassilon (Doctor Who)bendingsignpostJuly 7 2011, 00:08:23 UTC
He made them stars, great expanses of hydrogen brought to burn.
Like so much fruit, he took his creations and squeezed them between his hands, flame dripping down his wrists, staining his sleeves. The tongues of his world lapped up the remains, lived on the juices, adoring him for the blazing pulp upon his palms.
More, they begged. Give us more, so that we may do more, see more, be more. They begged him thus and he paid no heed. He looked to his sovereign, perfect and proud, the way he was meant to be, towering above more with a height far beyond physical measure. He looked to this man of a crown yet unforged, of a rod yet untempered, of a sash yet sown
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Re: thought i'd wander over to play for a bitmylittlepwnyOctober 4 2011, 00:09:35 UTC
youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
They stand on the edge of destruction, her delicate hand so steady in his, as if there will never be a question of his holding on, of her palm against his. As if she believes he keeps safety in his pockets along with cups and keys and fourteen broken hair ties from a young woman's golden head.
"Oh," he replies in a voice far too much his own: "I wouldn't worry about that.It feels like I'm always leaving comments with lines pulled from the very end of things and gushing over them, and it always makes me feel as if I'm ignoring every other brilliant part but really it's just that from the first word you start off at GREAT, where regular people end at, and by the last you're floating somewhere above MARVELOUS, so really it's a simple progression that draws me to picking those lines out above others
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Re: thought i'd wander over to play for a bitrallalonOctober 4 2011, 02:10:30 UTC
It feels like I'm always leaving comments with lines pulled from the very end of things....
I love how you explain the reasoning and then immediately go do the exact same thing to Evidently Deviltown. I admit it, I laughed. Your enthusiasm => my joy. (Also, it lets me know that I'm getting better at endings.)
a drabble per stanza, Doctor Who, someone's favorite pairing but i dunno whosebendingsignpostJuly 17 2011, 03:04:55 UTC
Sitting in the car, houses & wind outside, three in the morning, windows obliterated by snow
The taxi arrives by three. Three in the night, not the morning, no matter what lifeless clocks say. He pats his pockets, apologizes, and then they leg it, a mad dash through the snow.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“Oi! Everything we’ve done and ditching the taxi is what-”
She laughs white into the dark of his jacket, into the light blinding the night. Reflected moonlight drowns the world as flakes fill their footprints.
“Taking the taxi,” she corrects, all shivers and smiles. “Never thought I’d see you do that.”
“Full of surprises, me.” He’s safe: she’ll never guess.
coats & arms around each other, hands cold, no place we can go
Re: a drabble per stanza, Doctor Who, someone's favorite pairing but i dunno whosemylittlepwnyJuly 17 2011, 03:50:34 UTC
lol idk either but i guess i'll take them
She laughs white into the dark of his jacket, into the light blinding the night.
You must keep lines like this in a jar next to sunshine and wishes. Because no way can this sort of language just come to you so effortlessly. You have to at least twist a lid off something.
“Taking the taxi,” she corrects, all shivers and smiles. “Never thought I’d see you do that.”
“Full of surprises, me.” He’s safe: she’ll never guess.
Oh Doctor. OH. And of course he didn't have any money on him, and of course he wouldn't ask Rose to pay for this particular ride and OF COURSE OF COURSE OF COURSE.
“Ah.” A bit bad, then. “I’ll get the thermostat sorted.”
He stands and she bundles against him, her body burning into his. Her hands go under his jacket, under his jumper, no compunctions about it, her face to his shoulder.
dlfjngosdlf ROSE TYLER. Just snuggling up on him like she knew that's what he meant in the first place.
She has his hand and his hearts. She has a key to his home, the only home he’ll
( ... )
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Any fandom. Go for it. ♥
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Absence
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require:
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu:
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those;-
So true a fool is Love, that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
- W. Shakespeare
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Like so much fruit, he took his creations and squeezed them between his hands, flame dripping down his wrists, staining his sleeves. The tongues of his world lapped up the remains, lived on the juices, adoring him for the blazing pulp upon his palms.
More, they begged. Give us more, so that we may do more, see more, be more. They begged him thus and he paid no heed. He looked to his sovereign, perfect and proud, the way he was meant to be, towering above more with a height far beyond physical measure. He looked to this man of a crown yet unforged, of a rod yet untempered, of a sash yet sown ( ... )
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Warning, I might never leave.
~
I admit, I am afraid of isolation,
and of the way the land breaks off here
into pieces,
and of the woman who says forever
moving her tongue along my skin
like she means it.
If I believe her, I will suffer.
If I don’t believe her, I will suffer.
Who has never wanted to be unneeding?
-Northwest, Stacie Cassarino
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They stand on the edge of destruction, her delicate hand so steady in his, as if there will never be a question of his holding on, of her palm against his. As if she believes he keeps safety in his pockets along with cups and keys and fourteen broken hair ties from a young woman's golden head.
"Oh," he replies in a voice far too much his own: "I wouldn't worry about that.It feels like I'm always leaving comments with lines pulled from the very end of things and gushing over them, and it always makes me feel as if I'm ignoring every other brilliant part but really it's just that from the first word you start off at GREAT, where regular people end at, and by the last you're floating somewhere above MARVELOUS, so really it's a simple progression that draws me to picking those lines out above others ( ... )
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I love how you explain the reasoning and then immediately go do the exact same thing to Evidently Deviltown. I admit it, I laughed. Your enthusiasm => my joy. (Also, it lets me know that I'm getting better at endings.)
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three in the morning, windows
obliterated by snow
coats & arms around each other, hands
cold, no place we can go
unable to say how much I want you
unable even to say
I am unable
Not that there is nothing to be
said but that there is
too much: this cripples me,
-Four Evasions, Margaret Atwood
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three in the morning, windows
obliterated by snow
The taxi arrives by three. Three in the night, not the morning, no matter what lifeless clocks say. He pats his pockets, apologizes, and then they leg it, a mad dash through the snow.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“Oi! Everything we’ve done and ditching the taxi is what-”
She laughs white into the dark of his jacket, into the light blinding the night. Reflected moonlight drowns the world as flakes fill their footprints.
“Taking the taxi,” she corrects, all shivers and smiles. “Never thought I’d see you do that.”
“Full of surprises, me.” He’s safe: she’ll never guess.
coats & arms around each other, hands
cold, no place we can go
“It’s freezing in here ( ... )
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She laughs white into the dark of his jacket, into the light blinding the night.
You must keep lines like this in a jar next to sunshine and wishes. Because no way can this sort of language just come to you so effortlessly. You have to at least twist a lid off something.
“Taking the taxi,” she corrects, all shivers and smiles. “Never thought I’d see you do that.”
“Full of surprises, me.” He’s safe: she’ll never guess.
Oh Doctor. OH. And of course he didn't have any money on him, and of course he wouldn't ask Rose to pay for this particular ride and OF COURSE OF COURSE OF COURSE.
“Ah.” A bit bad, then. “I’ll get the thermostat sorted.”
He stands and she bundles against him, her body burning into his. Her hands go under his jacket, under his jumper, no compunctions about it, her face to his shoulder.
dlfjngosdlf ROSE TYLER. Just snuggling up on him like she knew that's what he meant in the first place.
She has his hand and his hearts. She has a key to his home, the only home he’ll ( ... )
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I like to think the Doctor and Rose get up to lots of things on the TARDIS between outings, but these things ~especially call to me.
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