(I save the part the sweetest part shook for you)
As of two o'clock this afternoon, I had literally not slept in twenty-four hours.
& when I came home, I still wasn't tired at all. But I eventually wound up falling asleep even though I didn't particularly want to. But nonetheless, I have had a bit of sleep!
(you see, when under emotional duress, or in a frenzy of creativity or something of the like, I will literally not sleep for a couple of days, or my sleeping habits become even more disjointed than usual. This was emotional duress, but the specifics, naturally, are unimportant.)
Also, note to self: if you want to sleep, Sunday child, do not, do not decide that three in the morning is the best time to listen to the Master audio. It isn't, especially since the beginning freaked you the fuck out during the day.
(o, well, could have been worse - I could have popped on The Chimes of Midnight & scared myself fucking sick with that one - gah, even remembering it gives me the shivers. IT IS SUCH A GOOD AUDIO. & so was Master for that matter - spooky as hell, but it was SO good & so sad in some places.)
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OMG WITHNAIL & I PICSPAM UPLOADING IS NEARLY DONE! ::squeal:: So hopefully, all two (or three - folks, it is MASSIVE!) parts will be up this week. ::twirls like a drunken faery reveler::
Audio-wise, I'm currently listening to Seasons of Fear & ASDFGHJKL;LKJHGFDSA OMG EIGHT & CHARLEY. JUST . . . ::falls over & dies of shippy glee:: I can't even bring myself to listen beyond a certain point just yet because of THIS.
(Context! Eight & Charley were just being tortured sometime in 1055 by someone who will, eventually, kill Eight at some point in the future. & now, after Eight's just thrown the guy off a rooftop & things have calmed down just a bit, Charley's sort of nursing Eight back into better form.)
Charley: So many small incisions! He really took a dislike to your chest.
Eight: How's your ear?
Charley: O, that's nothing, it stopped bleeding on its own.
Eight: I thought he was going to -
Charley: But he didn't. Will you please say what's on your mind? It's unnerving when you're quiet. Normally, there's not a single unexpressed thought.
Eight: Charley, when we were fighting, I really . . . I think I actually wanted to kill Grayle. I'm not sure I had his invulnerability in mind when I threw him from the roof. For a moment, I hated him. As strong as he must hate me. I imagined I saw your blood on his hands -
Charley: And I remember expressing several violent thoughts about him, but I wouldn't do anything about them. He's a bounder, it's only natural to want him -
Eight: There's a difference between your words and my actions. I'm the Doctor. I can't do that sort of thing, but I might have done.
Charley: But you didn't. And I know you wouldn't. You're right, that's not who you are. All the same, there's something about Grayle that really upsets you, isn't there?
(they talk a bit more, unimportant to the general squee here. Then . . . )
Charley: So we stop him. No problem. Put your shirt on.
& I had to stop listening there because I was suddenly gifted with the image of Eight lying back for a bit of much, much needed rest, his grey silk shirt still open, his chest with all of those cuts still visible & Charley, still worried & concerned, lies down next to him & just kind of snuggles up to him so that she can have a bit of a rest too. & I DIDN'T WANT THAT IMAGE TAINTED BY WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS NEXT JUST YET OKAY.
(& o, darlings. I just HAD to listen to that entire scene all over again - o, Eight . . . he makes me swoon in this bit, you know. & if you know me, & hear the whole thing, you'd know why. ::girlish sigh::)
EIGHT & CHARLEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME, I SWEAR. I'm going to be an utter mess when I get to Scherzo, aren't I?
& now, changing topics ever so slightly. So, as you know, I've been babbling on about the idea I've got for creating a community that focuses specifically on the Doctor, in all of his regenerations, but (hopefully!) with a slight emphasis on the first eight of them. This was the original idea I had & now, because I really am considering doing it, here's a little poll to gage the interest in such a community.
Poll
& when I came home, I still wasn't tired at all. But I eventually wound up falling asleep even though I didn't particularly want to. But nonetheless, I have had a bit of sleep!
(you see, when under emotional duress, or in a frenzy of creativity or something of the like, I will literally not sleep for a couple of days, or my sleeping habits become even more disjointed than usual. This was emotional duress, but the specifics, naturally, are unimportant.)
Also, note to self: if you want to sleep, Sunday child, do not, do not decide that three in the morning is the best time to listen to the Master audio. It isn't, especially since the beginning freaked you the fuck out during the day.
(o, well, could have been worse - I could have popped on The Chimes of Midnight & scared myself fucking sick with that one - gah, even remembering it gives me the shivers. IT IS SUCH A GOOD AUDIO. & so was Master for that matter - spooky as hell, but it was SO good & so sad in some places.)
♥♥♥♥
OMG WITHNAIL & I PICSPAM UPLOADING IS NEARLY DONE! ::squeal:: So hopefully, all two (or three - folks, it is MASSIVE!) parts will be up this week. ::twirls like a drunken faery reveler::
Audio-wise, I'm currently listening to Seasons of Fear & ASDFGHJKL;LKJHGFDSA OMG EIGHT & CHARLEY. JUST . . . ::falls over & dies of shippy glee:: I can't even bring myself to listen beyond a certain point just yet because of THIS.
(Context! Eight & Charley were just being tortured sometime in 1055 by someone who will, eventually, kill Eight at some point in the future. & now, after Eight's just thrown the guy off a rooftop & things have calmed down just a bit, Charley's sort of nursing Eight back into better form.)
Charley: So many small incisions! He really took a dislike to your chest.
Eight: How's your ear?
Charley: O, that's nothing, it stopped bleeding on its own.
Eight: I thought he was going to -
Charley: But he didn't. Will you please say what's on your mind? It's unnerving when you're quiet. Normally, there's not a single unexpressed thought.
Eight: Charley, when we were fighting, I really . . . I think I actually wanted to kill Grayle. I'm not sure I had his invulnerability in mind when I threw him from the roof. For a moment, I hated him. As strong as he must hate me. I imagined I saw your blood on his hands -
Charley: And I remember expressing several violent thoughts about him, but I wouldn't do anything about them. He's a bounder, it's only natural to want him -
Eight: There's a difference between your words and my actions. I'm the Doctor. I can't do that sort of thing, but I might have done.
Charley: But you didn't. And I know you wouldn't. You're right, that's not who you are. All the same, there's something about Grayle that really upsets you, isn't there?
(they talk a bit more, unimportant to the general squee here. Then . . . )
Charley: So we stop him. No problem. Put your shirt on.
& I had to stop listening there because I was suddenly gifted with the image of Eight lying back for a bit of much, much needed rest, his grey silk shirt still open, his chest with all of those cuts still visible & Charley, still worried & concerned, lies down next to him & just kind of snuggles up to him so that she can have a bit of a rest too. & I DIDN'T WANT THAT IMAGE TAINTED BY WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS NEXT JUST YET OKAY.
(& o, darlings. I just HAD to listen to that entire scene all over again - o, Eight . . . he makes me swoon in this bit, you know. & if you know me, & hear the whole thing, you'd know why. ::girlish sigh::)
EIGHT & CHARLEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME, I SWEAR. I'm going to be an utter mess when I get to Scherzo, aren't I?
& now, changing topics ever so slightly. So, as you know, I've been babbling on about the idea I've got for creating a community that focuses specifically on the Doctor, in all of his regenerations, but (hopefully!) with a slight emphasis on the first eight of them. This was the original idea I had & now, because I really am considering doing it, here's a little poll to gage the interest in such a community.
Poll