Much Ado About Who
Nov. 17th, 2005 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscamHow shocking. Norway lost to the Czechs, just as predicted. No World Cup for us. Shall we all sniffle some?
WTF?
Yeah, it's a song about Doctor Who![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus79 somehow stumbled across and passed on. I give you a taste of the lyrics.
Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,
it's mine to travel in, from place to space,
Gallifrey it is My Home,
it Built itself on LIBERTY !
Gallifrey built itself on liberty? *Gallifrey*??
Planet Earth is now my Home,
it bills itself on libeties,
I 'd like to help you understand
the Dangers of Technology
As time takes Me away....
to Right what has been Wrong !
Oh my Dalek, can you imagine if this had been the theme tune?
Ouch! This fic buuuurns.
Well, as the author says Look. I have no grammer skills or Spelling skills so if you don't like it then theres a simple sulution. Don't Read it!
If you have no grammar or spelling skills, why are you writing? It's like declaring you want to build a house yoruself, but don't actually have any skills in carpeting, bricklaying or any of those fun building skills. I let the Dalek speak for me.
Sneak peek of untitled Doctor Who fic Cam's working on:
"You wanted it."
"So you just... Gave it to me?"
"Yep," he replies, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
"You jerk!" she rages at him and he looks confused. "I don't want you to now and then give me a shag like you'd give me a bike, all nice and wrapped and with 'To Rose, love, the Doctor'. I don't want you to kiss me the way you think I want and leave it at that, the nice and considerate Time Lord who always delivers for his companions. I want you to kiss me the way you want as well, sod consideration!"
"Do you?" he asks quietly.
She nods and for a moment, he just stares at her. Eyes burning, gaze of pain and she holds it, doesn't look away, even as he crashes into her, lifting her up, his arms locking her to him as she straddles him. His kiss is crushing, breathtaking, hard and demanding, and she knows her lips will be bruised from his long after the kiss ends.
Doesn't matter. Life is paid in pain.
Pressed against him, she can feel his want for her in the rhytmh of his hearts against her palm, the sigh at the back of his throat, his hand tracing her spine so reverently inside her jumper, the hardness burning against her even with layers of cloth inbetween.
When she lets a hand sink down to his waistband, he flinches.
"No, Rose," he mutters, a half-hearted protest betrayed by the rasp in his voice.
"Yes, Rose," she insists and crushes any more protests by kissing him.
Finally, happy birthday tobinx_349!
WTF?
Yeah, it's a song about Doctor Who
lotus79 somehow stumbled across and passed on. I give you a taste of the lyrics. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,
it's mine to travel in, from place to space,
Gallifrey it is My Home,
it Built itself on LIBERTY !
Gallifrey built itself on liberty? *Gallifrey*??
Planet Earth is now my Home,
it bills itself on libeties,
I 'd like to help you understand
the Dangers of Technology
As time takes Me away....
to Right what has been Wrong !
Oh my Dalek, can you imagine if this had been the theme tune?
Ouch! This fic buuuurns.
Well, as the author says Look. I have no grammer skills or Spelling skills so if you don't like it then theres a simple sulution. Don't Read it!
If you have no grammar or spelling skills, why are you writing? It's like declaring you want to build a house yoruself, but don't actually have any skills in carpeting, bricklaying or any of those fun building skills. I let the Dalek speak for me.
Sneak peek of untitled Doctor Who fic Cam's working on:
"You wanted it."
"So you just... Gave it to me?"
"Yep," he replies, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
"You jerk!" she rages at him and he looks confused. "I don't want you to now and then give me a shag like you'd give me a bike, all nice and wrapped and with 'To Rose, love, the Doctor'. I don't want you to kiss me the way you think I want and leave it at that, the nice and considerate Time Lord who always delivers for his companions. I want you to kiss me the way you want as well, sod consideration!"
"Do you?" he asks quietly.
She nods and for a moment, he just stares at her. Eyes burning, gaze of pain and she holds it, doesn't look away, even as he crashes into her, lifting her up, his arms locking her to him as she straddles him. His kiss is crushing, breathtaking, hard and demanding, and she knows her lips will be bruised from his long after the kiss ends.
Doesn't matter. Life is paid in pain.
Pressed against him, she can feel his want for her in the rhytmh of his hearts against her palm, the sigh at the back of his throat, his hand tracing her spine so reverently inside her jumper, the hardness burning against her even with layers of cloth inbetween.
When she lets a hand sink down to his waistband, he flinches.
"No, Rose," he mutters, a half-hearted protest betrayed by the rasp in his voice.
"Yes, Rose," she insists and crushes any more protests by kissing him.
Finally, happy birthday to
binx_349!
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Date: 2005-11-17 02:41 pm (UTC)Just me though.
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:10 pm (UTC)The fuss about it gets a bit annoying at times though, I'll give you that.
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Date: 2005-11-17 09:18 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:00 pm (UTC)Finish it NOW!
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 03:00 pm (UTC)Right - I win the lottery, I am just going to pay you to stay home and write Doctor/Rose. Seriously.
And I'm now counting down (again) until you unleash this on the world.
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:22 pm (UTC)Heh. Should hopefully not be too long, depending on how much work I get caught up in. Sigh.
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Date: 2005-11-18 06:50 am (UTC)*wanders off again*
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:26 pm (UTC)and thanks for the bday wishes.
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:49 pm (UTC)Hope you have a good day and all.
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 07:14 pm (UTC)Oy vey pain.
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:32 pm (UTC)It's not really about Doctor Who at all, but it talks about Nine, and has lyrics about 'I can give you the constellations' and 'my world is burning on eternally'. Is it my fault my brain is obsessed?
http://s24.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0EISN39R62X1X05YO1REVSD95F
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Date: 2005-11-17 06:45 pm (UTC)What in the hell was that? Other than 5 minutes and 40 seconds of my life that I'll never get back? Yes, I watched it ALL..I was hoping for a punchline.
And then the badfic.
::weeps::
I had to boggle at this description of Chapter 2DamnMany: Ok, so I got bored and changed the style of my story. Not my fault if I changed
So, whose fault is it?
You're just lucky you posted that incredibly hot, sexy, OMGHOT snippet to take all the pain away.
Masochist. ;-)
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:20 pm (UTC)Whoever is clearly mindcontrolling this person to see just how bad it's possible to write a fic...?
:P I giveth and taketh both. The Doctor just giveth though, naughty boy.
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Date: 2005-11-17 08:00 pm (UTC)I also realised that the episode of Doctor Who that I saw on BBC Prime was staring the forth doctor.
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 06:08 am (UTC)"Eyes burning, gaze of pain and she holds it, doesn't look away..."
*Squees* Please, Miss, may I have some more?
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Date: 2005-11-18 06:49 am (UTC)Whogoodfic acts like bleeprin. *wheedles* Need more...