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When you see this on your flist, quote Doctor Who.
"no! 'Cause this is what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I'm gonna save the earth,
and then, just to finish off, I'm gonna wipe every last, stinking dalek out of the sky."
"But you have no weapons. No defences. No plan!"
"Yeah. And doesn't that scare you to death?"
There should also be honourable mention for:
"If I believe in one thing, I believe in her."
I haven't actually been talking about Doctor Who this time around, mostly because I kept missing the episodes, but I am avoiding capslock flailing only with great willpower at the moment. Half an Hour!
I am also now finding it very tempting to look at spoilers, in a way that I haven't all week. I will not cave now, however. I really will not.
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Also, I posted some, um, gen fic last night at the very awesome spnflashfic, which, if you haven't already checked it out, you totally should. And then write fic for it. *nod*
The Road Goes Ever On and On , 1,300 words. Sam turns twenty-five on a Friday, and Dean's still here.
I had to cut part of this because it didn't fit, but there is something in here that makes me incredibly happy, and I love it. And I very rarely say that about anything I write, at least so soon after finishing.
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Now for food, and then tV, and then maybe the cinema. Or something.
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And, okay, according to my brother, someone just tried to crash a burning car into Glasgow Airport. Jesus fucking Christ. The world can stop being crazy any time it wants now.
"no! 'Cause this is what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I'm gonna save the earth,
and then, just to finish off, I'm gonna wipe every last, stinking dalek out of the sky."
"But you have no weapons. No defences. No plan!"
"Yeah. And doesn't that scare you to death?"
There should also be honourable mention for:
"If I believe in one thing, I believe in her."
I haven't actually been talking about Doctor Who this time around, mostly because I kept missing the episodes, but I am avoiding capslock flailing only with great willpower at the moment. Half an Hour!
I am also now finding it very tempting to look at spoilers, in a way that I haven't all week. I will not cave now, however. I really will not.
***
Also, I posted some, um, gen fic last night at the very awesome spnflashfic, which, if you haven't already checked it out, you totally should. And then write fic for it. *nod*
The Road Goes Ever On and On , 1,300 words. Sam turns twenty-five on a Friday, and Dean's still here.
I had to cut part of this because it didn't fit, but there is something in here that makes me incredibly happy, and I love it. And I very rarely say that about anything I write, at least so soon after finishing.
***
Now for food, and then tV, and then maybe the cinema. Or something.
***
And, okay, according to my brother, someone just tried to crash a burning car into Glasgow Airport. Jesus fucking Christ. The world can stop being crazy any time it wants now.