Okay, so. My writing has been woefully lacking of late and I want to try and fix this. My schedule has been crap lately and not given me much time to myself, but I want to at least try getting back into writing.

So! This is where you come in with the drabble meme that was going around FOREVER AGO but I've only just gotten around to. And which you'll all hate me for because my music selection is like on crack BUT TOO BAD

And yes, I'm aware that some of these songs probably won't work, seeing as they're rather specific (I'm looking at you, Hymn of the Fayth), but uh ... that's my iPod for you.

You all know the drill by now

1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.

Song:
Character:
Preferred pairing or other characters to include?:
Would you like me to include your muse?:


( Songs under here )

Thank you to everyone who voted for me at the arpea_awards. Coming home from work and seeing them made me smile.

And congratulations to all the wonderful writers and RPers who earned awards. You're all absolutely beautiful and deserve as much recognition as possible.

There's a funny thing about TARDISes -- or, at least, this specific TARDIS, who has lived through a Time War and seen the end of the greatest race to ever exist. Her brothers and sisters weren't much different, but this one TARDIS, she took this funny fact to new heights.

Because, as I'll explain, TARDISes? Are very jealous, very vindictive, very cruel creatures sometimes, and this TARDIS -- the Doctor's TARDIS -- was particularly so. She had to be, because her pilot was an idiot. A wonderful, brilliant, incredibly loved idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. And on occasion, he needed reminding of just how big an idiot he was.

( Like now. (Contains minor spoilers for the three-minute End of Time clip from Children in Need )


Muse: The TARDIS
Word Count: 853
Prompt: A scene with no dialogue

Anon on/IP off HMD post can be found here.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. - Martin Luther King



Where are you going?

When will you be back?

Do you not want to stay?

Why are you acting this way?

Are you well?

What is taking so long?

What changed you?

Will I ever see you again…?


She stopped asking after the first fifty years, when each question was met with angry retorts or, worse, silence. She stopped asking when it became apparent asking was pointless. She didn’t stop caring, of course, but the words and the reasons didn’t correlate anymore.

( So instead of asking, she simply talked – and remembered. )


Muse: The TARDIS
Word Count: 862
A companion/prelude to this fic by rude_not_ginger

Apparently I'm only capable of writing out memes lately orz

Inspiration, wherefore art thou?


If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please leave a comment to this post with a memory you have of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. Once you've left a comment, post this little paragraph on your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. Any 'verse, point in canon or random encounter between you and me is welcome.

There were ghosts in the hallways.

She could hear them whispering as she made her way toward her room, each breathy puff of air caressing her cheek or brushing intimately against her hand. She frowned thoughtfully, pausing long enough to listen, attempting to catch a word here or a phrase there, but they never did more than breathe.

It was always like this, though it had taken some time to grow accustomed to. When one was as old as this ship, there had to be lingering thoughts and emotions. She'd first passed it off as her imagination taking root among a place that could only exist in dreams, but after a year of walking these halls, she now simply tried to hear them and understand where they came from.

( Another breath whispered across her skin and she shivered. )


Muse: The TARDIS
Word Count: 1080
Featuring: ambitious_woman, used with permission, and written for the self-same.

Sorry for disappearing on everyone. I was a mite MIA over the weekend since I had a guest and then went to a kickin' divorce party for a friend. I'm still gonna be mostly gone until Friday, so I figured I'd be nice this time and give a heads up.

If anyone has anything they want me to read or a thread or post they want me to tag, please leave a link here! I'll have time throughout the week to sneak on a bit, but my browsing will probably be hindered and I don't want to miss an awesome story or post.

You guys keep rockin'! And I promise I'll get back to that writing meme ambitious_woman started orz. I haven't forgotten it, promise!

Having a really, really tough time right now. Taking my day off.

Hopefully back tomorrow.

What do you see, when you're running away? My walls, perhaps, or wide red fields beneath silver leaves? A London street, maybe? Can you even tell the difference? Where are you now, Doctor, as you scramble away from the one thing in all the universe you claim to love the most? Hmm? I rather think it doesn't matter, does it. No matter where you are, you can't tell me what it is, can you? It changes every moment. Changes because you want it to change -- because you aren't happy with what you have, because you need so much more than you're given. You make it up as you go along to suit your own petty desires, thinking how you can fix it afterward. It's what you do, after all, isn't it: fix things?

But if what you break is real, how can you fix it in your own imaginary world? Do you even know where fiction ends and reality begins anymore, Doctor?

Taken from here

Do you even know where fiction ends and reality begins anymore, Doctor?

I know I posted this a couple months ago, but.


♥♡♥♡♥♡ THE ROLEPLAY LOVE MEME ♥♡♥♡♥♡

On pain of death not really ... okay maybe really, I post this. *eyes MJ* I really like music though, soooo


Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea is could be someone else's leafy water.
Warning: By posting this up should be willing to seek out the same meme on your friends list and give them some music too!

01. How it works: Place this post up in your journal.
02. Fellow friends list members [and their writers too] are to then in turn comment to your post with music.
03. Said music is shared via an upload that you can download, or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged that reminds them of you.
04. When you comment leave the song title and artist in the subject line so that if someone else thought of the same song they don't have to send it to you again, ;)
05. With enough people and enough variety of songs you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those that know you pretty well. [or so you hope]
06. Download and enjoy!

As it turns out, the best place to recuperate after facing down a horde of Zerugian Fire Beasts bent on your destruction is the secondary lot of a car dealership. Strange, but true! The thing about car dealerships is that an immense amount of vehicles come and go, and many (particularly the shady second-hand dealers) litter their business with odds and ends to draw attention to themselves. So a blue police box circa the Earth’s 1960s suddenly appearing in the secondary lot of one of these businesses didn’t amount to much hubbub and barely caused a lash to bat.

Which was good, because the spatial dampeners that usually made this blue police box almost unnoticeable to a great many people was currently on the fritz. It had, after all, just been through a rather epic mid-space fight with the aforementioned Zerugian Fire Beasts bent on its destruction.

Which, of course, was all the fault of the man who peeked his head out the front door to get the lay of the land.

“There, see?” he said to no one in particular, patting the exterior of the box as he drew in a long draught of fresh air. “Perfect landing! I told you there was nothing to worry about!”

( The police box looked nonplussed. )

Muse: The TARDIS
Word Count: 1,703
Prompt: Caught in a Trap
Written for rude_not_ginger based off this request. Please forgive my fail writing of Ten. He's very hard to write D: