Sweetness and Light
It’s been a while since I’ve done anything Whose Line-related, hasn’t it?
Father’s Day
“No, the T. Rex is eating the rainbow.”
Colin peers more closely at the construction paper card. “Okay. But why is he stomping on Ryan and the others?”
“Not stomping -- he’s keeping the rain off of them,” Luke explains. “You have to have rain to get a rainbow.”
“Right.” Colin feels like he’s deciphering Crayola hieroglyphics. “And that’s me? Running away?”
“Dancing,” Luke says in a little voice. “You’re teaching T. Rex how to dance.”
“Oh… that’s great. That’s -- hey, what’s wrong?”
“You don’t like it.”
“No, I...” But Colin doesn’t know how to begin to explain how you can love something without understanding it, so he bends down, gives his son a hug. “Of course I do.”
***
And because that one’s kind of schmoopy all by itself -- and also because I just saw this and the comments on this way too close to each other -- here’s something else entirely:
INT TARDIS - The eleventh Doctor and his companion are in the middle of an argument.
Doctor Smith: Slap me.
Mary Sue: What?
Doctor Smith: Donna would slap me. Go on, slap me.
Mary Sue: Um…
Doctor grabs her hand, slaps himself across both cheeks with it.
Doctor Smith: Now say, ‘Shut up, Spaceman.’
Mary Sue: Is this your idea of kinky?
Doctor Smith: Waaaaah! I MISS DONNA!
Voice offscreen: OH GOOD FOR YOU.
Doctor and Mary Sue Who turn to see…
Christian Bale: FUCKIN' AMATEUR, MAN. UN-FUCKIN'-BELIEVABLE. (He glares at Smith’s hair.) FUCK.
Doctor Smith: Christian Bale! Will you be my new companion?
Christian Bale: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Doctor Smith: I’ll take that as a yes.
***
This is my new canon of happy. :>)
Father’s Day
“No, the T. Rex is eating the rainbow.”
Colin peers more closely at the construction paper card. “Okay. But why is he stomping on Ryan and the others?”
“Not stomping -- he’s keeping the rain off of them,” Luke explains. “You have to have rain to get a rainbow.”
“Right.” Colin feels like he’s deciphering Crayola hieroglyphics. “And that’s me? Running away?”
“Dancing,” Luke says in a little voice. “You’re teaching T. Rex how to dance.”
“Oh… that’s great. That’s -- hey, what’s wrong?”
“You don’t like it.”
“No, I...” But Colin doesn’t know how to begin to explain how you can love something without understanding it, so he bends down, gives his son a hug. “Of course I do.”
***
And because that one’s kind of schmoopy all by itself -- and also because I just saw this and the comments on this way too close to each other -- here’s something else entirely:
INT TARDIS - The eleventh Doctor and his companion are in the middle of an argument.
Doctor Smith: Slap me.
Mary Sue: What?
Doctor Smith: Donna would slap me. Go on, slap me.
Mary Sue: Um…
Doctor grabs her hand, slaps himself across both cheeks with it.
Doctor Smith: Now say, ‘Shut up, Spaceman.’
Mary Sue: Is this your idea of kinky?
Doctor Smith: Waaaaah! I MISS DONNA!
Voice offscreen: OH GOOD FOR YOU.
Doctor and Mary Sue Who turn to see…
Christian Bale: FUCKIN' AMATEUR, MAN. UN-FUCKIN'-BELIEVABLE. (He glares at Smith’s hair.) FUCK.
Doctor Smith: Christian Bale! Will you be my new companion?
Christian Bale: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Doctor Smith: I’ll take that as a yes.
***
This is my new canon of happy. :>)