cosmic_celery

Fitz Read-Along and School Panic

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 07:46:40 GMT

First of all, flist, are you interested in Fitz but know nothing about him? I'm gauging interest in an EDA read-along, so if you're interested, head over to act_three and put in a word!

As for me-

I've spent today figuring out what classes I'll be taking next semester, and I think I'll be able to fit them all in to graduate with my AA in English (emphasis in creative writing!) after the semester. ...and I have to figure out how to file for graduation since there's no information on the website.

Those classes will (hopefully) be:
Intro to Physics (with a lab) - fills the sciences requirement and doesn't require higher mathematics or protective eyewear. Physicsphysicsphysicsphysicsphysicsphysics phyyyyyysics physics.

Mythology - I e-mailed the professor when I was thinking of taking this class a couple semesters ago and expressed my worries about her textbook, which I've heard is largely inaccurate. She never responded to me...so I hope that she doesn't remember my name.

British Literature II - with the same teacher I took before, who is actually English and a good teacher...even though he called me Susan once (I am not called Susan).

Interpersonal Communication - a requirement which I have to re-take because I missed a major assignment while I had a fever of 103 and was coughing up a lung a couple weeks ago. (And he wouldn't give me an extension on the dang thing either.)

Self-Defense for Women - (not sure why just women. Can't guys learn to kick guys in the balls too?) with the same teacher I'm taking T'ai Chi from this semester, and is actually practical as well as filling the fitness requirement.

I also need to figure out if 1) I can get into a four year institution and 2) if I can afford it without taking out massive loans. The answer to both of these questions is most likely no, given that California colleges are currently restricting admissions, I'm not a particularly desirable candidate, and I have no money. :|

Words, words, words

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 06:58:10 GMT

Rules:
Reply to this meme by yelling 'WORDS!', and I will give you five words that remind me of you.
Then post them in your journal and explain what they mean to you.
Keep in mind that if I don't know you that well, your words might end up kind of esoteric/oblique.

You'll only get five words if you do include 'WORDS!' in a reply to this post, meaning you can safely comment (should you wish to do so) without having to play.

I got words from both dragonessa24 and nix_101, so here's nine words. Not ten, as they both gave me California to talk about.

1. California and The Ocean

California became the 31st state in 1850 when...

Oh, that's not what you meant? Let me start out by saying one thing: Some people have irrational hatreds for races of people, say, or types of food. I hate palm trees. They are evil, odd things that have a habit of falling over on people and cars during storms. They loom like spiky gargoyles sitting on tall wooden towers and I don't like them at all.

This hatred probably comes from growing up in Southern California. They're fucking everywhere.

Observe:

Picture taken this morning from the front room. You may observe the looming evil that is a palm tree in the center of the shot.

Largely, I think that Southern California isn't a bad place. The weather's nice (when it's not wet). I say Southern California because, as any Californian will probably tell you, California can be separated into three completely different states: Southern California, Central California, and Northern California. I love Northern California, with its cool weather and redwoods...Southern California is largely where all of the California stereotypes come from. Surfer dudes and shallow folks abound!

The ocean is salty and sandy and big. And boogie boarding is fun. Though...there were a few years there where every time I'd go to the beach it would try to kill me. I've been near the ocean often since, but I haven't actually been in it for a few years.

If it was my choice, I'm not sure that I'd still be living here in San Diego, but I definitely wouldn't mind living elsewhere in California. There are some truly beautiful places, and wonderful people here.

2. Art

I like drawing things. I've liked drawing things for...forever, really. As a kid I wanted to be a book illustrator.
I put together this last year or so, showing the progression of my drawing skills (trying to pull the most anatomically accurate drawing of a person I could find that I also knew when I'd drawn it...at one point I was drawing nothing but animals, so...no people for that one):

3. Fitz

Fitz Kreiner, fictional character from the world of Doctor Who. I love him to bits. I run the comm devoted to him (act_three, btw. You know you want to join). I've got a special tag for him. I RP him.

The universally fan-cast Callum Blue:

Originally from early 60's London, he's a cigarette addicted, guitar playing, vaguely bisexual dispenser of awesomeness. Basically, he's a gigantic woobie, and a generally lovable and funny guy (though the funny is really equal parts laughing-at and laughing-with).

Playing him is pretty self indulgent for me. XD

4. German and linguistics

I'm learning German. It's an interesting language. Even if Mark Twain didn't think so. I've always been interested in language and words, so studying linguistics seems to be a natural extension of that. ...But I'll have to wait and see if I actually like it once I get into the nitty-gritty of it.

5. 5

The Fifth Doctor is pretty much the only reason I got into Doctor Who (initially). I'd gone back to the very beginning, but I wasn't really feeling it, so I skipped ahead to Five's era and ended up watching from there all the way through to the TV Movie. And then I was stuck as a Whovian! There's something very appealing about the Fifth Doctor, and I don't just mean that he's pretty. There are a lot of contrasts to him. He looks young and charming, but at the same time he's one of the most reserved, and ocassionally one of the darkest doctors.

6. The Coat of Many Colors

I want one.

7. Guildenstern

From the play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. He's sort of the big brother of the pair. And he doesn't think or speak like a normal person. Probably because he was written by Tom Stoppard. He runs analytical circles around himself and never quite catches on to what's going on or becomes aware of their inevitable and reoccurring deaths and fictional natures. Of course, both he and Rosencrantz are adorable and fun throughout.

I also RP him, which has been a mind-breaking and brilliant experience.

Icons

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:27:37 GMT

Couldn't find any icons for my Maxil account, so I made some! Have at them, if you like:

Usual restrictions apply: Credit is good, hot-linking bad yadda yadda.

ETA: I put up a Maxil post over at dear_multiverse, so feel free to go annoy him.

Memes are yummy and taste of gummybears

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:32:08 GMT

Roleplay Love Meme

blegh

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:34:49 GMT

Ugh. Okay. I'm officially sick. Mom's had some bad bronchitis this past week and it seems like I've caught it. Whoo. At least it's not the pig sniffles.

I turned in my midterm for World History a couple days late...which I reaaaaallly hope he'll take. One thing about online classes is it's harder to fudge with the deadlines.

Now, I think I'll go...pass out or...Oh, right, I've got to write that paper about how Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fail at communicating yadda yadda.

Well, looks like I'm watching the new series of Smallville...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 10:48:11 GMT

Seriously, how did I not know about this?

Callum Blue is playing Zod. ZOD!

Shipping Meme (I promise I will stop spamming your flist...right after this)

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:13:51 GMT

~ list 10-20 of your favourite old and new fandoms
~ have your f-list guess your favourite ship from each fandom
~ strike out the fandom when someone guesses correctly and and put the name of the first person to get it right

I am not very shippy...and sometimes I ship strange pairings. So, um, guess away!

1. Doctor Who (there are two...okay, three) - Eight/Fitz amare_est_esse , Six/Rani bonamoz
2. Torchwood -
3. Firefly (two, because I can't choose) - Simon/Kaylee amare_est_esse, Wash/Zoe urchinmoppet
4. Blakes 7 -
5. Red Dwarf - Rimmer/Lister bonamoz
6. Invader Zim -
7. Harry Potter -
8. SGA - Rodney/Radek dragonessa24
9. Dead Like Me - George/Mason bonamoz
10. Mirrormask - &hearts &hearts &hearts Valentine (Helena/Valentine) bonamoz
11. Wonderfalls -

About my mother:

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 13:42:27 GMT

I can see my problems clearly, and I can see how to fix them. But I don't, and that's what bothers me the most.

My mother has been breaking. She doesn't have anyone to talk to now about what's worrying her except her boyfriend who doesn't really understand her, and me. And even if I understand why she rattles on to me all the time, I don't like listening to her endless complaints and she knows it. She is preoccupied with the cleanliness (or lack of) of the house, and deeply laments her friend who recently moved mostly, I think, because that friend used to help clean up the house. She's generally in poor health, and on top of it doesn't know how to regulate herself or eat properly. This week she brought home a bunch of random canned food...which makes me wonder if she's even still thinking in somewhat logical progressions. She gets up, half awake in the middle of the night and talks to me in barely coherent sentences.

She occasionally falls into a familiar rant: She works all day, I do not. School does not count as work. She is put upon. Everyone in her life has always put her down. She feels demeaned. She brings up incidents with family members and my father from years and years ago as evidence of this. She reminds me none too subtly that I was the product of a loveless marriage. She cries. Now she's started talking about how she hates her life, how everything has gone wrong.

I wait it out. I try to listen for requests while detaching myself and trying not say anything that will set her off more.

This time around was added in the new stress of the new stupid little dog...which she bought in the first place, I know, because losing our last dog was another on the list of friends that she's lost. But she gets upset with the dog because it's not the previous dog, and doesn't act like the previous dog. It pees around the house (we've got training pads which it goes on, but they're not really serving to train her to do anything) and it finds and tears apart just about anything that it can find. She's been talking about getting rid of it, but I'm not sure if she's serious and I should help to find it another home or if it's just her melancholy talking and she'd rather have it around.

Also, we've been going to my Grandmother's weekly, to help get her groceries for her. While mom gets the groceries, I stay and get some time with my Grandmother and talk, or read something. I can't imagine how much added stress that is for my mom, especially when she is doing things like buying random canned food for us. Also, she's doing this for my Grandmother (not her mother, my father's) out of a sense of guilt and duty, half because she thinks she's the only one around who will do this weekly for her, and partly because she thinks that she didn't take good enough care of her own mother in her last years.

I know what she needs. She's told me often enough. She needs a clean and orderly house. She needs a friend who will not mind listening to her troubles. She needs constant validation. She needs someone to help her eat healthier, to go to the store with her. To plan meals and to cook after she gets off a long day of work and she hurts.

Also, I need a job so that I can help with finances.

I could do all these things. But, for the most part, I don't. I try, but not hard enough. I have enough trouble taking action on the things I need to do to make my life work and become better.

Yesterday I did nothing all day with my open textbook sitting next to me unread.

I should be able to do this. I should be able to muster enough initiative to do the things most people don't have second thoughts about. But I'm still hiding. I'm making incremental progress and it's really not enough.

Random

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 12:23:08 GMT

I fucked around with that me-as-Fitz picture I took a while back, so have it here:

Bawww Charley

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 03:50:05 GMT

I made a depressing mix (EP? It's about a half hour long) for the last bit of Charley's storyline. No fancy cover or anything. And single tracks because I am lazy. DEAL WITH IT, PEOPLE. &hearts

1. Symphony 9 & the Sunshine - Emily Wells

Tell em that you love em 'till the end of your days.
Tell em that you need em in a bad way.
Oh how happy is the look on your face,
When you know somebody and you want em to stay.
Memory is an old highway.
If you drive too long you might lose your way.

2. Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap

Spin me around again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets a mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first

3. Symphony No. 5 - Gustav Mahler

(instrumental)

4. Cataracts - Andrew Bird

When our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others
And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
Milk that sours is promptly spat
Light will fill our eyes like cats
Light will fill our eyes like cats
Cataracts

5. Warm Air - Vanessa Mae

(instrumental)

6. Great Big Old World - Holidays on Ice

It's a great big old world
and it doesn't stop for anyone

Interview thingamagig

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 10:06:30 GMT

Here is the thing what I stole from bonamoz

1. Who are you to me?
2. How long have we known each other?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you know who I have a secret crush on?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it?
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression of me?
8. Do you still think that way of me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When is the last time you saw me?
13. What's the most fun we've had together?
14. What's the last thing you remember us talking about?
15. Are you gonna re-post this so I can say some random things about you?

Can't believe I hadn't thought of this earlier

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 06:31:36 GMT

I'd been thinking about how I'm going to get to Gallifrey One without a job or money this year, then it hit me: I've got a bond! One that my godmother bought for me when I was born. I don't know exactly how much it's worth, since I can't find any information online, but since I'm twenty-one now, it's worth as much as it ever will be...and that could be up to a thousand bucks. If it is, then I'm going to Gallifrey this year! I'll have to fill out the paperwork and turn it in.

IMO, it's a perfect use for a bond I've been hanging onto my entire life.

...and yes, I am aware of how incredibly geeky that makes me.

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:26:55 GMT

No word back on the casino job, so I guess they aren't interested. I'm thinking maybe I'd be better off if I had some sort of marketable skill, but the only ones I think of that'd also be fun to learn are lock picking and bar tending. ...and bar tending doesn't sound like very much fun. ...and I might get arrested practicing lock picking.

Last week I bought some black and white pillow ticking and some yellow dye, so I'm on my way to the girl!six costume I've been working on off and on for a while now. The actual sewing machine's broken, but mom's promised she'll take it in to get fixed. I just don't know when she's going to get around to it.

Also, got a neat shirt!

Like I said before, I've been re-reading Good Omens, and I got around to drawing a Hugh Laurie inspired Crowley:

(At DeviantArt)

I drew Aziraphale too, but he looked too much like Stephen Fry and I drew the eyes a bit too high, so you don't get to see that one.

Oooh

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:20:33 GMT

"Breaking reports via Bloody Disgusting website indicate that director John Landis announced at this weekend's Spooky Empire convention in Orlando that departing Doctor Who star David Tennant has been cast alongside English actor Simon Pegg in Landis's upcoming film Burke and Hare. If the film's IMDB article is accurate, Pegg will play the role of William Burke while Tennant fills the role of William Hare."

Funny, seeing that Tennant has already been in a story involving Burke and Hare with the Big Finish audios.

And it's supposed to be a dark comedy. Sounds awesome.

Anyone seen the original that this is a remake of?

(The rest of the article)

we all live in a yellow submarine. we hate the stupid thing. we wanna paint it green.

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:20:14 GMT

Not much to report on from the daily life of. I've been having a lovely time of hermiting myself away, especially since the weather's cooled off a bit and fall is coming on. Earlier this week I got a flu shot (for the regular flu, not the swine flu) so hopefully I won't end up getting sick this winter.

And I've organized the bookshelves in my room! They are now loosely categorized and not piled on top of piles. Though I seem to have mislaid my copy of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (I suspect it's under my bed), and I have two different paperback editions of Good Omens.

Speaking of...am I the only person who imagines Aziraphale and Crowley as early Fry and Laurie? I think someone suggested it to me a while ago and now it's stuck in my head.

The only other book I've got two of is because I've got it in German and in English. It's titled Die Blendung and Auto-da-fe, respectively. I'd say that the author (Elias Canetti) is one of my favorites, but I still haven't gotten through either of them. I have read through a book of his journals, which are absolutely wonderful.

I've got so much to read and here I find myself reading through Good Omens again. Well, it is a very good book.

Shallow thoughts on Blakes 7 while I'm thinking about it:

-Up to Season 3 now.
-Apparently, bras cease to exist some time in the future. Better stock up.
-I liked the original Travis better. The second guy reminds me of Nicolas Cage and is often dressed up in what looks like leather wicker.
-Speaking of leather: Full leather outfits are nice, but probably not the best choice for stealth operations. Creak creak.

Edit because oh I forgot to mention! I made a twitter for Fitz. Follow him if that's your bag.

Trick or Treat

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:55:09 GMT

Stolen from...EVERYBODY.

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
cosmic_celery goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Amy Pond dressed up as a slutty cop.
4you_blue_jway tricks you! You get a rock.
amare_est_esse gives you 4 light green cinnamon-flavoured jawbreakers.
bonamoz tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
darthsemicolon gives you 13 brown root beer-flavoured gummy bats.
dragonessa24 gives you 2 dark blue peach-flavoured wafers.
mertondingle tricks you! You lose 14 pieces of candy!
notusachan gives you 16 light green passionfruit-flavoured nuggets.
pimpmytardis gives you 19 white watermelon-flavoured wafers.
solidfoamsoul tricks you! You get a scratched CD.
cosmic_celery ends up with 38 pieces of candy, a rock, and a scratched CD.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

BAWWW FITZ BAWWWWW

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 04:09:08 GMT

Excerpt from an EDA, The Deadstone Memorial by Trevor Baxendale, which I finished today:

For the first time Fitz actually found himself having to contemplate a future here on Earth. Stuck here on Earth. That's what it felt like. The Doctor had been spot on, of course, in his assesment: Fitz was scared of the Earth, scared that one day he might be forced to choose between his home planet and the TARDIS.

Or that the choice would be made for him.

"How long are we going to give it?" Trix asked quietly as she sipped her coffee.

"As long as it takes," Fitz said.

Trix pursed her lips, and Fitz guessed that she was probably getting itchy feet. Without the prospect of being able to whiz of to another place, Trix was already getting bored. She didn't have the same feelings that he did for the TARDIS and the Doctor. To her, traveling the cosmos was just an opportunity. The TARDIS was just her ticket to a great sightseeing tour of the universe. Without it she would simply move on anyway, looking for the next chance of a hustle. Outside the TARDIS door, her world was still waiting for her.

"Fitz," She said eventually, "Sooner or later you're going to have to face the fact the he's gone. For good.

He shook his head. "No way."

"It's no use just denying it."

"You don't understand," he said bitterly. "You don't know him like I do."

"Nobody lives forever, Fitz."

"He isn't dead," Fitz said bluntly. He let his gaze settle on the control console, watched its little lights blinking slowly in the darkness. "I know he isn't."

He stood up because he could feel his eyes burning and he didn't want her to see. "You can go if you want to, Trix," he told her. "I'm staying." He picked up his mug and headed for his room.

***

And because Fitz without the Doctor makes me sad, here's another bit:

"Bacon, eggs, sausage and black pudding!" said the Doctor.
"With fried bread and plenty of brown sauce!" laughed Fitz.
"And strong, hot army tea!"
"Pure malt Scotch."
"The smell of freshly cut grass."
"The sound of a rotary mower on a summer afternoon..."

They were walking through the dark woods now, keeping to the path in the circle of light thrown by Fitz's torch. They were still bouncing favorite earth things back and forth.

"Snow on Christmas Day," said the Doctor.
"A winter evening in front of a real fire," said Fitz.
"The sound of a cat purring."
"Beautiful women..." said Fitz wistfully.
"Ghost stories!" cried the Doctor. "I love ghost stories. I knew Edgar Allen Poe, you know."
"I could have guessed," smiled Fitz ruefully.

When did I stop typing titles, geeze.

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 18:46:30 GMT

Thanks to those who replied to my last post. I'm feeling a bit better, I think. Possibly. The first Hermits United meeting will be held in two years' time at my cave. You are all invited.

I found the disk for my Microsoft Office suite, so I think that's one crisis averted. Now I just need to find my California ID so that I can ~~get the good booze~~ get in the door at the concert I'm going to later this month...and to confirm my citizenship and age should I actually get called in for one of those jobs.

Also, I'm slightly panicky about being called for an interview. GDI I HATE TALKING ON THE PHONE.
...Oh, you say the job involves talking on the phone constantly every day? Oops.

Re-watched The Road to El Dorado this morning. I love that movie. Kevin Kline and Kenneth Branagh voice the main roles and it's absolutely lovely. They are the cheerier, animated, less inclined to endless puns version of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, I swear. So, new mood theme courtesy of poisonedwriter! Despite the hilarity of having a Vulcan mood theme, I was getting a bit tired of it.

Oh, and I didn't sleep last night.

*zonk*

Slightly hypocritical post is slightly hypocritical.

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:40:17 GMT

I've been sort of...horribly depressed this past week, and as a result I haven't been around much. So, sorry for that.

The Japanophile guy in my T'ai Chi class talked to me yesterday, despite my attempts at shooing him away with my mind. He started out with talking about how he visited his Grandfather the other day who's declining rapidly and will very probably die soon. Then he talked about how he helps at the x-box booth during Comic-Con and how he has some-or-other position online. And all of this conversation interspersed with declarations about how meeting people is hard for him and a large dose of self deprecation. I shook his cold hand and introduced myself. I do not remember his name.

Am I a total bitch to have no interest in talking to this guy? Some people might consider him less of a loser than I am, but I really have no interest in him or in any of his problems. Really, I find it difficult to like most people. I don't want to hang out with people who bore me and share none of my interests. I've done that before and I get very little out of it. This is also why I have no friends outside of the internet.

This week, I skipped a lot of my homework because I simply didn't feel up to doing much of anything, but I'll have to get around to doing at least some of it. I did, however, ask my mom about jobs at the casino and she talked to the guy who runs the restaurants and things...and I've submitted my application for both the hostess and busser positions. So maybe if he doesn't deem me worthy to stand around and make reservations, I can go around and clean up tables. Still haven't gotten a call for either of them, but we'll see.

Since my computer reformatting experience, I've run into one problem: I have no idea where the case for my Microsoft Office suite is, and it wants the key code. The last time I saw any of that was in the computer box...which is now inexplicably filled with my mother's papers. The customer service thing basically says "you're screwed" on the subject, so I'll have to tear my room apart and see if it somehow ended up here. I have no idea.

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 03:16:45 GMT

THE "i've always wanted to tell you" MEME

Also, from dragonessa24:

Leave me a comment telling me your all time favourite word, in any language.
I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
Update your journal with the answers to the questions
Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

1. Would you rather live in another time period, and if so which one?
I would like to live in the future. Not sure exactly when because it hasn't happened yet.

2. If a Genie was granting you three wishes, what would they be?
Smart-ass answer: A genie.

Real answer:
1. Unlimited travel without cost for me and anyone I choose to bring with me.
2. Comfortable living for all of my relatives and friends.
3. The ability to travel time.

3. Do you prefer prose or poetry?
Um, well..I guess it depends on how much I like the author.

4. Where would you love to go to for a vacation, but can't?
It might sounds cheesy, but I'd love to go see London. I imagine it's infinitely more interesting than New York City.

5. Uh... What's your favorite animal?
Cats! ...but I'm not a cat lady, I swear.

Drive-by Post:

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 07:05:38 GMT

I have a Facebook now. What the hell do you people use this for?

facebook.com/cosmiccelery

Drawering

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:38:19 GMT

For those of you who didn't catch this when I put it up on my twitter in the middle of the night:

I might x-post this a bit later.

Sigh.

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 10:17:43 GMT

Soooo...Turlough the laptop and I had a disagreement. We're not breaking up or anything, but I did throw everything we owned out on the lawn.

In other words: The computer was seriously acting up and I reformatted the hard drive to factory settings. I've lost pretty much everything I didn't have when I got the computer...which includes a couple of those half-written fics I mentioned two posts back...and the original files for a lot of my art. Also a lot of things which I'll have to re-download. And...well, everything, really, except the files I have stored from when I switched over computers.

Six is a big teddybear:

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 05:19:56 GMT

I'm surprised I have ever finished writing anything

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:13:48 GMT

So, on a whim, I created two LJ accounts:

boston_md and not_afish
Not sure if I actually want to do anything with either of them yet. We'll see.

Now, two writing memes:

Meme the first:
If you could have me write a fic for any prompt/pairing/plot, in any fandom, what would it be?

Meme the second:
That "post excerpts from your writing in progress" meme.

So here goes:

Fandom: Red Dwarf
Summary: Rimmer fails cadet school and joins the Red Dwarf

After a bit more staring at the phone, he realized that he couldn’t call anyone even if he had someone to call. He didn’t have any money. He set his forehead against the top of the phone and sighed a deep, soul-pitying sigh. Then, for good measure, he banged his head against it a few times.

“You alright, Kid?” Rimmer jumped at the sound, and his voice pitched, slightly panicked, into a higher octave when he answered.

“Yes, fine! I’m perfect. Tickety-boo. Just…making a call!” He picked up the receiver, dialed his home number, and, for effect said “Yes, I’d like to talk with…yes, thanks” into the buzzing nothingness of the dial tone.

Just about the time a warm, mechanical voice started saying “If you would like to make a call, please insert a twenty credit coin…” a body came into his peripheral vision. Rimmer affected his best sneer (the one he practiced in the mirror) and turned, the receiver still pressed to his ear. “…or enter a valid credit code. If you would like to make a call…”

Fandom:Doctor Who
Summary: OC. A day in the life of a Gallifreyan historian

Historians on Gallifrey are, above all, secret keepers.

Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: The Doctor explains regeneration to Fitz

“How are you feeling, Fitz?”
“How am I feeling? You’re the one having trouble keeping vertical.”
“Oh.” Well he did have a point. “Breathed a bit of the gas, I should think. Be fine. No regeneration necessary.” At this, he grinned in a reassuring way, but it only served to make Fitz look even more worried. “Just need a bit of a…just need to rest it off.” He raised a hand, patted Fitz on the cheek, and promptly passed out.

Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: Six and Peri have an understandable misunderstanding over a terrible poem

“To my dearest and most beloved?” His eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Goodness.” His eyes scanned down the rest and then reread the words critically.

You have become nothing but my whole world;
a galaxy, a universe of sighs
that reflects only the depths of your eyes
and brings me forward, wanting and unfurled.

If you had lain within my arms then, curled
Without the pretense of daily disguise
We would have been as smooth river rocks, wise
Knowing love around us rippled and purled.

“Purled?” he mumbled, “Not exactly common usage...”

Without your favor I will surely lose
the perseverance and tenacity
that allows me to draw in each new breath.
So keep me, if that is what you will choose
And kiss me if you have capacity.
Be kind to me now or hasten my death.

“Be kind or hasten my death? The poor girl. I had no idea.”

Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: Some trouble and a rearrangement. Peri/Steven.

They stepped out of the TARDIS. The Doctor sighed, making a show of removing his brand new watch from the pocket of his waistcoat and setting it by the position of the twin suns.
“Doctor, I told you I was sorry about your watch.”
“Yes, yes, a watch is just a watch, even if it was my favorite.” Replacing the new timepiece in its proper place, he patted his waistcoat pocket and looked out on the scene before them, taking in the vast vista of scrub trees and grasslands.
And the black smoke rising ominously from the next hill.
“I think, Peri, the botanical expedition will have to wait.”

And non-fandom:
Summary: Magic exists, but it's a total bitch and not really worth the effort. Con-men, romance novelists, and a terrible scheme.

Sighing, she stopped and examined the back of the coffee machine for any sort of small flaw or frayed wire. There weren’t any. It was definitely plugged in. The power was on.
There was no way she was going to face her editor without having had caffeine first. Coffee was necessary. Needed. God-damned important.
She relaxed, or tried to relax, and set her forehead gently on top of the infernal machine, almost hugging it – loosely.
“Oh please, please work.” She pleaded.
Suddenly snapping backwards, she checked her watch. 9:12.
“Already? Shit…Okay, I’m not going to see Cindy without coffee. That woman is always far too perky for her own good...always going on about adding in more hunky guys and big dicks and sweaty sex scenes. And with that look on her face too! Like, oh, you’re so good at this, there’s no way you could be tired of writing scenes with heaving breasts and engorged private parts. You couldn't possibly be interested in plot! It’s ridiculous! Cindy…stupid name, stupid woman. She’s so sweet, she must crap cupcakes.”
In her first moment of clarity this morning, Sylvia noticed that she was rambling near incoherence in the middle of her tiny kitchen to nobody in particular.