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misscamUS cancels 'mini-nuke' program
*falls over from the shock of the US government doing something she agrees with for once*
If this becomes a habit, I've got to get more pillows. Sheesh.
Eeep. I've written 4000 words of a Who fic I got the idea to while working today (figures) and I'm not even sure that's somewhere near the halfmark. I can see the story in my head and in my head it's long. Help.
Actually, if any of you got some lyrics you really like - especially if about time or singing - you can pass them on. I'm using lyrics for sections - the whole fic got a musical theme running through it. In fact, I'm calling it "Song For Rose" for now. Story's been posted. Find it here
To bribe you into doing this, I offer sneak peeks.
Time sings.
A hum at first, but it's growing, a crescendo of noise spinning inside her. It sings and she is the song and the words are in her. (...)
Her head, oh her head. Her head is the universe, a thousand universes stretching out through time. She can see them, see stars being born and stars die, planets crumble to dust, oceans dry out, civilizations and empires rise and fall, species evolving until death, children to parents to grandparents to dust. Everything dies and she's mourning it.
And the dirge is rising, and even as she feels her own tears, it's beautiful too.
II
She's not going to let him die. She would never let him as long as there was breath in her to do something, she knows.
His skin is still burning as she soaks the cloth in cold water and wipes it across his forehead. She can feel the sweat under her fingertips and he really is an illusion of human. His hand feels human in hers, the accent sounds human and Northern to her ears, and if she ever kisses him, she's sure his lips will feel human too. Only when he looks at her, does she sometimes see something beyond human in the brightness of his eyes. He knows too much to be human.
"You never told me what you're a Doctor of," she says and feels the softness of his hair against her palm as she strokes it softly. "Bringing trouble? Running for your life? Banter under fire?"
II
"How dare you! How dare you almost die! How dare you do that to me!"
"How dare you do it to me!" he counters and she wants to slap him, hit him, hug him, kiss him, hold him until there is no more time and he's safe. Even if she knows he would never be happy like that. He breathes danger and adventure and is dancing with death. All she can do is offer her hand and hope her feet is up to it.
So he just laughs, and after a moment, he joins her. It's a laugh fused with despair, but it's still a laugh.
"Look at the pair of us," she says and he grins.
"Not half bad, all things considered."
II
"The planet of Vekramon," the Doctor says behind her, slipping into his guide mode so easily. "Populated by a human related spcies known as the Vekraan. Generally considered the best-looking aliens of all time. You can kiss one of them."
"You brought me here for an alien kiss?"
"You were the one going on about never getting one."
"I was not going on about it," she protests, but is unable to return his grin. "How good-looking?"
"Nothing to me, of course," he says, folding his arms.
"Of course," she echoes, even as tempted she is to voice disagreement just to see his cute wounded look.
"Glad you agree. So, Rose Tyler, want to meet the alien kissing candidates?"
'I've already met one,' she thinks and feels his hand in hers.
II
"You're so full of it," she says and shakes her head. He gives her the wounded look again and he's so him her heart seems to sing with it. Alien or human, it doesn't matter. She's chosen him over everything else in her life and she would again in a heartbeat.
He turns slightly when he senses her slow down, worry in his eyes. "Rose?"
She takes his head in her hands, and he doesn't hinder her, just looks at her with those bright eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"What you brought me here for. I'm kissing an alien," she says softly, standing on her toes as she brings her lips to his.
II
When she tilts her head up, he's looking at her with so much intensity it feels like his gaze slams into her. They've been playing kissing games for days now, but they haven't gone this far before.
Probably partly because they've also been busy saving the Universe from hungry Cloxan feeders, she reflects, but it still feels like he's been waiting for something. Maybe he's still, despite all, waiting for her to tell him to stop, sure it will come.
She lifts her face back up to his, pressing one soft kiss against his lips, feeling his breath mingle with her.
"Come with me," she says, and takes his hand.
II
And he's kissing her, softly, so softly, like a first kiss, a last kiss. She can taste the salt of tears and thinks them his until she realises they're hers. She's crying and she's dying and living, dying and living and the TARDIS is singing...
She knows this song.
*falls over from the shock of the US government doing something she agrees with for once*
If this becomes a habit, I've got to get more pillows. Sheesh.
Eeep. I've written 4000 words of a Who fic I got the idea to while working today (figures) and I'm not even sure that's somewhere near the halfmark. I can see the story in my head and in my head it's long. Help.
To bribe you into doing this, I offer sneak peeks.
Time sings.
A hum at first, but it's growing, a crescendo of noise spinning inside her. It sings and she is the song and the words are in her. (...)
Her head, oh her head. Her head is the universe, a thousand universes stretching out through time. She can see them, see stars being born and stars die, planets crumble to dust, oceans dry out, civilizations and empires rise and fall, species evolving until death, children to parents to grandparents to dust. Everything dies and she's mourning it.
And the dirge is rising, and even as she feels her own tears, it's beautiful too.
II
She's not going to let him die. She would never let him as long as there was breath in her to do something, she knows.
His skin is still burning as she soaks the cloth in cold water and wipes it across his forehead. She can feel the sweat under her fingertips and he really is an illusion of human. His hand feels human in hers, the accent sounds human and Northern to her ears, and if she ever kisses him, she's sure his lips will feel human too. Only when he looks at her, does she sometimes see something beyond human in the brightness of his eyes. He knows too much to be human.
"You never told me what you're a Doctor of," she says and feels the softness of his hair against her palm as she strokes it softly. "Bringing trouble? Running for your life? Banter under fire?"
II
"How dare you! How dare you almost die! How dare you do that to me!"
"How dare you do it to me!" he counters and she wants to slap him, hit him, hug him, kiss him, hold him until there is no more time and he's safe. Even if she knows he would never be happy like that. He breathes danger and adventure and is dancing with death. All she can do is offer her hand and hope her feet is up to it.
So he just laughs, and after a moment, he joins her. It's a laugh fused with despair, but it's still a laugh.
"Look at the pair of us," she says and he grins.
"Not half bad, all things considered."
II
"The planet of Vekramon," the Doctor says behind her, slipping into his guide mode so easily. "Populated by a human related spcies known as the Vekraan. Generally considered the best-looking aliens of all time. You can kiss one of them."
"You brought me here for an alien kiss?"
"You were the one going on about never getting one."
"I was not going on about it," she protests, but is unable to return his grin. "How good-looking?"
"Nothing to me, of course," he says, folding his arms.
"Of course," she echoes, even as tempted she is to voice disagreement just to see his cute wounded look.
"Glad you agree. So, Rose Tyler, want to meet the alien kissing candidates?"
'I've already met one,' she thinks and feels his hand in hers.
II
"You're so full of it," she says and shakes her head. He gives her the wounded look again and he's so him her heart seems to sing with it. Alien or human, it doesn't matter. She's chosen him over everything else in her life and she would again in a heartbeat.
He turns slightly when he senses her slow down, worry in his eyes. "Rose?"
She takes his head in her hands, and he doesn't hinder her, just looks at her with those bright eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"What you brought me here for. I'm kissing an alien," she says softly, standing on her toes as she brings her lips to his.
II
When she tilts her head up, he's looking at her with so much intensity it feels like his gaze slams into her. They've been playing kissing games for days now, but they haven't gone this far before.
Probably partly because they've also been busy saving the Universe from hungry Cloxan feeders, she reflects, but it still feels like he's been waiting for something. Maybe he's still, despite all, waiting for her to tell him to stop, sure it will come.
She lifts her face back up to his, pressing one soft kiss against his lips, feeling his breath mingle with her.
"Come with me," she says, and takes his hand.
II
And he's kissing her, softly, so softly, like a first kiss, a last kiss. She can taste the salt of tears and thinks them his until she realises they're hers. She's crying and she's dying and living, dying and living and the TARDIS is singing...
She knows this song.
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:03 am (UTC)Good luck on the fic! Umm... would this song work?
Existentialism on Prom Night (Straylight Run)
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we... were dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and,
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable, all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
You would...
Sing like you think no ones listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost,
Our whole lives laid out,
Right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
You would...
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:11 am (UTC)And yeah, apparently the US wanted mini-nukes. As if the 'mini' bit in front makes it all okay...
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:17 am (UTC)What the hell is my country trying to do, kill everyone?!
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 04:41 am (UTC)Stuck In a Momemnt You Can't Get Out Of (U2)
I'm not afraid of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already heard
I'm just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company
I never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you
You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere, baby
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it
I will not forsake, the colours that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks
They, they left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears, and through your eyes I can see
And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it's tough, and you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now... my oh my
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Oh love look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep...
I wasn't jumping... for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better now
You're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it
And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
And if the night runs over / And if, and if the night runs over
And if the day won't last / And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter / And if your way should falter
Along the stony pass / Along that stony pass
It's just a moment
This time will pass
And, this one, I like better myself. Very much involves singing and a little time, too.
40 (U2)
Two, three, four
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long... how long... how long...
How long... to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long... how long... how long...
How long... to sing this song
Why yes, I am a U2 fan...
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Date: 2005-10-27 10:16 am (UTC)Hmm...
Date: 2005-10-27 05:38 am (UTC)You were the first thing that I thought of
when I thought I drank you off my mind.
When I get lost in the liquor
you're the only one I find.
If I did the things I ougtha
still would not be mine.
So I keep a tight grip on the bottle
gettin' loose and killin' time.
(Chorus)This killin' time is killin' me.
Drinkin' myself blind, thinking I won't see.
That if I cross that line and they bury me.
Well I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity.
I don't know nothin' bout tomorrow.
I've been lost in yesterday.
I spent all my time just dying for
a love that passed away.
And if there's an end to all my sorrow
and this is the only price I'll pay,
I'll be a happy man when I go,
and I can't wait another day.
(Repeat Chorus)
Re: Hmm...
Date: 2005-10-27 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 06:26 am (UTC)WtH is msn trying to do to me? Or is it iinet... pages loading slowly, too.
You still there?
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Date: 2005-10-27 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 08:05 am (UTC)can't stay on too late tonight, cos of work tomorrow.
Or maybe I should do a bit of uni work and get it out of the way?
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Date: 2005-10-27 08:34 am (UTC)The Young Ones, Cliff Richard.
The young ones,
Darling we’re the young ones,
And young ones shouldn’t be afraid.
To live, love
While the flame is strong,
For we won’t be the young ones very long.
Tomorrow,
Why wait till tomorrow,
Tomorrow sometimes never comes.
Love, me,
There’s a song to be sung
And the best time is to sing while we’re young.
Once in every lifetime
Comes a love like this.
I need you and you need me.
Oh my darling can’t you see.
Young dreams
Should be dreamed together,
Young hearts shouldn’t be afraid.
And some day when the years have flown
Darling, then we'll teach the young ones of our own.
Then there's Tonight Is What It Means To Be Young, which I am not c&p-ing cos damn it's long.
And of course, Singin' In The Rain.
I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
For love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Singing, singing in the rain
In the rain.
I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
I'm singing, singing in the rain
In the rain
In the rain
And Silent Noon as written by Dante Gabriel Rossetti and set by Ralph Vaughan Willams, and yes I know there's not much song or time in there but shhhhh it's that damn pretty sorry okay please?
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-
The finger-points look through, like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest far, as the eye can pass
Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun searched groves, a dragon-fly
Hangs, like a blue thread loosened from the sky:-
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
Andandand SIMON AND GARFUNKEL, Song For The Asking.
Here is my song for the asking
Ask me and I will play
So sweetly, I’ll make you smile
This is my tune for the taking
Take it, don’t turn away
I’ve been waiting all my life
Thinking it over, I’ve been sad
Thinking it over, I’d be more than glad
To change my ways for the asking
Ask me and I will ply
All the love that I hold inside
...And that should be it, cos that's...a fair bunch of songs. Hee. Hope that helps.
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Date: 2005-10-27 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 09:03 am (UTC)Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
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Date: 2005-10-27 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 10:02 am (UTC)A song about singing that we sang in choir last year:
Just one voice
Singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Singing so you hear what's on your mind,
and when you look around you'll find there's more than...
One voice
Singing in the darkness
Joining with your one voice
Each and every note another octave, hands are joined and fears unlocked...
If only one voice would start it on its own
We need just one voice facing the unknown
And then that one voice would never be alone
It takes that one voice...
Just one voice
Singing in the darkness
Joining with your one voice
Shout it out and let it ring! (Let it ring...)
Just one voice
It takes that one voice
And everyone will sing...
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Date: 2005-10-27 10:19 am (UTC)