licenseartistic: July prompt 4: Time Machines...
1. Title / Prompt: July prompt 4. “We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." Jeremy Irons.
2. Character: Meg Manning.
3. Warnings: Allusions to things revealed in 2x07
4. Pairings: None
5. Your character's fandom: Veronica Mars.
6. Word count: 374, plus a quote.
7. Rating: PG, maybe a very light PG-13 to be safe?
8. Disclaimer: Not mine. Just having fun. All belongs to Rob Thomas, Slave Rat Productions, Warner Bros., the CW, etc.
“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." - Jeremy Irons.
I can't even remember where I first heard that quote, but it definitely embedded itself in my mind. Probably because not only does it seem to me to be pretty right, it makes dealing with the hell that is growing up the daughter of Stewart and Rose Manning just a tiny bit easier.
The thought that our memories and dreams are like our own personal time machines has gotten me through some pretty rough moments in my life. Those bad things, whatever they are, are done and over by the time I've gotten a chance to focus on or rehash them in my head. It's much better to just move past it all and focus on the good memories or what my life's going to be like once I escape.
I know that sounds completely extreme or over dramatic, but the thing is? Nobody knows what my life is really like. My sisters do, but outside observers? Have no idea. All they know is what I'm like at school. Perfect, overachieving, popular, cheerleader, news anchor, drama geek Meg. What we go through at home is not something we like to broadcast, and Lizzie and I both deal with it in very different ways... but we don't talk about it with other people.
But it doesn't matter. That nobody knows or understands. I'm getting out of Neptune either way. Maybe to say with my aunt, go to the University of Washington. Take Journalism and theatre. Of course with that plan I'm completely on my own in terms of paying for it. No way would my dad pay for me to take acting classes. He hates that I'm in the school plays... doesn't matter that I'm good, or that I enjoy it to him because I'm making a spectacle of myself and I shouldn't be. Same goes for practically all my extracurriculars.
Again, it doesn't matter. For once in my life I'm going to do what makes me happy and not end up completely paralyzed by fear of what my father might do. I'm going to do exactly what Lizzie keeps telling me I need to do every time I say I need to make sure Gracie's safe...
Make my dreams come true, my future happen.
2. Character: Meg Manning.
3. Warnings: Allusions to things revealed in 2x07
4. Pairings: None
5. Your character's fandom: Veronica Mars.
6. Word count: 374, plus a quote.
7. Rating: PG, maybe a very light PG-13 to be safe?
8. Disclaimer: Not mine. Just having fun. All belongs to Rob Thomas, Slave Rat Productions, Warner Bros., the CW, etc.
“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." - Jeremy Irons.
I can't even remember where I first heard that quote, but it definitely embedded itself in my mind. Probably because not only does it seem to me to be pretty right, it makes dealing with the hell that is growing up the daughter of Stewart and Rose Manning just a tiny bit easier.
The thought that our memories and dreams are like our own personal time machines has gotten me through some pretty rough moments in my life. Those bad things, whatever they are, are done and over by the time I've gotten a chance to focus on or rehash them in my head. It's much better to just move past it all and focus on the good memories or what my life's going to be like once I escape.
I know that sounds completely extreme or over dramatic, but the thing is? Nobody knows what my life is really like. My sisters do, but outside observers? Have no idea. All they know is what I'm like at school. Perfect, overachieving, popular, cheerleader, news anchor, drama geek Meg. What we go through at home is not something we like to broadcast, and Lizzie and I both deal with it in very different ways... but we don't talk about it with other people.
But it doesn't matter. That nobody knows or understands. I'm getting out of Neptune either way. Maybe to say with my aunt, go to the University of Washington. Take Journalism and theatre. Of course with that plan I'm completely on my own in terms of paying for it. No way would my dad pay for me to take acting classes. He hates that I'm in the school plays... doesn't matter that I'm good, or that I enjoy it to him because I'm making a spectacle of myself and I shouldn't be. Same goes for practically all my extracurriculars.
Again, it doesn't matter. For once in my life I'm going to do what makes me happy and not end up completely paralyzed by fear of what my father might do. I'm going to do exactly what Lizzie keeps telling me I need to do every time I say I need to make sure Gracie's safe...
Make my dreams come true, my future happen.