The Who's TOOMYThe Who's TOOMY!The Who's TOOMY6 years ago in Humor More Like This
a Rock Opera by Pete Townshend
additional music by John Entwistle and Keith Moon
1. Because Even Rock Operas Need Opening Music (P. Townshend)
2. LAWLZ, Your Husband is Dead (P. Townshend)
3. Well, it's not a Girl (P. Townshend)
4. Did We Lose? (P. Townshend)
5. No, 1921 is NOT Going to be a Good Year (P. Townshend)
6. Not-So-Amazing Quest (P. Townshend)
7. *Insert Musical Break Here*
8. Marilyn Monroe Can Cure EVERYTHING (P. Townshend)
9. Kwanza (P. Townshend)
10. I'm Cousin Kevin and I Beat Up Blind Kids. (J. Entwistle)
11. Sex and A Whole Lotta Drugs (P. Townshend)
12. Yet Another Musical Break (P. Townshend)
13. "Gee, should I leave my severely disabled son with his drunk Uncle?" "Sure! Just give Ernie a few minutes, he'll pass out..." (P. Townshend)
14. Raep Tiem (J. Entwistle)
15. Pac Man Warlock (P. Townshend)
16. There's Some Guy Who Wants to do Bizarre Medical Tests on our Kid (P. Townshend)
17. Toomy's Faking it. Go to the Mirror
Dear Boy and the OxDear Boy and the Ox.Dear Boy and the Ox5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Quarter after eleven. The show had ended only an hour ago, but the night seemed to drag on for hours. Keith kept thinking about what had happened to him onstage. He and the others had gotten high before the performance, and he was in one of the best moods of his life. That's saying a lot, since the drummer for the Who always was in high spirits. They got out on stage, Keith being his usual rowdy self, roger looking perfect as always, john quietly setting up in the corner, and Pete thrashing around.
Pete became an animal on stage. Everyone saw it. They just did their best to stay out of his way. Tonight had been different. After a long solo the band started chatting on stage, as was usual during concerts. Keith had made a remark about Pete's lengthy solo. John grinned over at him and nodded. Keith stood up and pretended to be playing a guitar like Pete, throwing in windmills and over-exaggerated butt shakes. Pete came over to him and slapped him, hard, with
I can't write. :DI can't write. :D4 years ago in Humor More Like This
An Awkward Moment in the Life of Keith Moon.
"Mmm..huh?" mumbled Keith as he snapped out of his daze.
"I-I think I did something." said John.
"Liiiiiiike?" Keith slurred.
"Well, I think I cloned you."
Keith just scoffed. He had the hangover of a lifetime and wasn't in the mood for this.
"Look John, if this is payback for me being annoying yesterday, IÕm not in the mood fo-" Keith was cut off by a little girl peeking through the door.
"John. Who is that?"
"John. WHO IS THAT?!" Keith yelled, forgetting about his headache.
"C'mon Kitty." John said sweetly (strangely defying his stoic nature), gesturing to the girl.
Kitty walked in boldly on her toes, and Keith's jaw dropped. She looked so much like him.
"John seriously. Who is that?"
"Your clone, stupid." John replied.
Keith couldnÕt believe his eyes. "This isn't funny!"
"It's not supposed to be."
Keith crossed his arms. "Prove she's mine..."
"Alright. Kitty, say "ah."
The Ox Leapt Over the Moon VThe Ox Leapt Over the Moon V4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Who? Happy birthday dear band! Happy birthday to you! And many more!" Everyone sang out around the circular cake. Everyone had stupid party hats strapped to their heads and there was confetti everywhere (which was made by ripping up paper and a few Styrofoam cups). The cake was frosted in the shape and colors of their logo with black icing spelling out "The Who" in the middle, including the arrow.
Each of the Who had their own special candle; Keith's was in the shape of a snare drum, John's was a bass guitar; Pete's was a smashed guitar (the candle wick in between the cracked acoustic wood); and Roger's was a microphone. After the singing stopped, they all blew out the candles.
Only the four of them clapped since it was just them, locked in the room due to the doorknob being taken off by a falling sound microphone. They've been trapped in that little room for hours now, and the only thing they found in the fridge was that cute little cake. Keit
The Itsy Bitsy TARDISThe itsy bitsy TARDIS went through the temporal riftThe Itsy Bitsy TARDIS4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then came the cracks and pushed the box adrift
In came the Doctor and sealed up all the cracks
And the itsy bitsy TARDIS travelled again at last.
BBCS:FF - Find MeBBCS:FF - Find Me4 years ago in Drama More Like This
[BBC Sherlock Fan-Fiction]
Sherlock lurched down the dank alley, his feet splashing in puddles of water left by the late rains. He threw an arm up against the brick wall beside him as his leg threatened to give out. He was panting. Hard. Had he ever run that fast or that far before?
Certainly not like this
A blast of pain, muffled as it was by exhaustion and the cold of the night, shot up the side of his body and he collapsed to the damp cement. He forced his trembling body into a sitting position, leaning back against the wall. He clamped his arm tight over his side.
He could feel its warmth.
"You'll come with me, Mr. 'olmes?" The man was smiling almost warmly, his face crinkled with old age. Sherlock stayed sitting on his chair, lifting the edge of his tea mug to his lips.
"You promise to make this interesting for m
Hot Water"Ouch!" Paul cried once he spilled hot water on his fingers. He set the tea kettle back on the stove top and blew on his hand.Hot Water3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's going on in there?" John called to him. "Is my coffee ready yet?"
"J-Just about!" Paul quickly yanked the freezer door open and grabbed a few ice cubes. Then he ripped some paper towels and wrapped the ice cubes with his fingers inside. He let out a soft sigh and walked back to the counter to grab John's favorite coffee mug. The white one that said I LOVE ME on it with the heart and everything.
"Finally," John scoffed from his recliner chair. "What happened?" He sat up and noticed the paper towels wrapped around Paul's fingers.
"I burnt myself, it's nothing..." Paul reached out and handed John his coffee. Then he shifted the damp paper towels and noticed he was getting the floor wet.
"You're dripping, Macca," John smirked and took a sip of his drink. Then he placed his coffee down on the glass table.
"I see that," Paul said. "So what are our plans for t
The Quiet One?Born in Liverpool,The Quiet One?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the rest of the band,
It might be hard to understand
That you were important too.
In the 1960s where thoughts of war
Could finally cease,
John and Paul wrote of life, love and peace.
You wrote of it too, didn't you?
Though you were often pushed aside
And left behind,
Your spirit didn't unwind.
Playing the lead was enough for you.
Loving the music,
Yet hating the fame,
You tired of newspapers calling your name.
You sought for a happier way.
With the band's breaking up,
You started off new,
Knowing what you now would do.
Coming out of your shell you wrote famed songs too.
John Entwistle One ShotJohn Entwistle One Shot4 years ago in Drama More Like This
John walked me out of the movie theatre with his soda in his hand. He was busy complaining about how cliche the ending of the movie was and I laughed along. He was funny. We walked to his car. His was the only one in the parking lot.
"I'm sorry, I bet I'm rambling again," he said, chuckling nervously like he always does when he's being himself around me. I giggled.
"No problem. I like to listen to you talk," I said. He smiled and patted the back of the car. I hopped up and sat on it right after he did. His drink was in his lap and I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Hey, Julie," he started. "Do you really like me?"
I gave him a look. He should know the answer.
"What kind of question is that, John?"
"I'm sorry, I just," he paused. "Why like me?"
"Why like you?"
"Yeah, when you could have another guy," he shrugged, folding his arms. "You could have a guy like Roger! He's got pretty hair and pretty... everything for that matter."
He smiled at my laughter. "He's generous and has a great smi
Closets"John?"Closets3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Course. Why do I even ask?"
"Maybe you wanna make sure its really me and not some nasty imposter."
"Why are you in here, anyway? Its late."
"Its only two."
"Oh shut up. Now why are you in here?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"So you came to my room."
"I don't like my room."
"Well, that's too bad, Moonie, cos this is my room, not ours."
"But can I just sleep here?"
"Cos you can't."
"Be quiet! You'll wake the whole house!"
"Oh my god. My friend is a five year old."
"Just let me sleep with you!"
"What? Are you queer or something?"
"No I just can't sleep in my room."
"Why not? Its the same as this room."
"A little bigger though. And better decorated."
"It has prettier curtains too."
"Well go sleep there then."
"No! I can't!"
"...I just can't."
"Are you scared?"
"Is it too dark in there?
I'm lostI'm lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It started off as something like the 'Roses are red, Violets are blue..' poem for valentine's day. But instead I threw in references of songs and musicians. I hope you read and enjoy it. It's kinda like a story too.
Pete's strat is red
My guitar amp is blue
The Ox and his spider jumped over the moon
The sky turned all black
I couldn't go home
The party band bomb told me to roam
On the yellow brick road,
I met Mr.Mojo Risin'
He had the will to be weird like a true rebel
The road was made of long unwinding metal
So, we set the controls for the heart of the sun
The lizard king and I had a bit of fun
Then, I gazed up on waterloo sunset
Knowing for sure, that it was paradise
The sun started running away from me
I was alone again
I wanted to follow it,
but instead fell on a cloud
A starman told me to get off of his cloud
Yet, time was on the other side
I had nowhere to be, he said:
Inside-outside nowhere is home
The amazing journey ended as the stars came out
I heard some one cal
this is what dr who does 2 u-I scream out of offense when anyone besides the doctor isthis is what dr who does 2 u4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
wearing a bow tie
-When SpongeBob said Hey who turned out the lights? I texted
13 whovian friends
-I watched the movie The Looney tunes back in action just
because the commercial had daleks in it
-If anyone besides the doctor says that something is cool
99% of the time, its not
-For 3 days, in English class I attached an ood translation
sphere to my chin and spoke with it.
-Because of the daleks I will never trust exterminators in my
-I feel like a cyberman when I DELETE junk mail from my
-Anything about bananas- I love now.
-Whenever there's something in my eye I asked someone to
check for gray sand and tell me if I'm counting down
- When I feel sick to my stomach I worry I might have had an
encounter with the silence.
-I'm afraid of statues now
-One time, I refused to sleep in the living room because
there was a crack on the wall of the living room.
-For a science project in school we had to make a taxonomic
Other Wybie's Story - 8- An Other Story -Other Wybie's Story - 86 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Chapter 8 ~
I had been pinned down.
I couldnt move.
My hands and feet were pinned,
Those pins felt like nails.
The sickening lyrics came again and again in Other Wybies head. It was a chant that made him feel as cold as ice.
What What in the world is this!? Other Wybie thought in panic. He tried to start struggling, but heard a small rip and stopped. The pain coursing through his sewn body told him that he was nailed, sewn, and pinned down to the table. If he struggled, he would just die. Painfully.
Other Wybie couldnt see much of the room. He peered out to the right of himself though, and he saw the Beldam coming towards him.
He started to struggle again, as a reflex.
No.. Get away from me!! His eyes seemed to scream. His mouth changed from smiles to frowns, all in a desperate attempt to scream.
Now little Wybie... Dont struggle Youll only die. And I
Meteoric QuicksilverMeteoric Quicksilver7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until I heard the colors, silence ruled
In cold dominion. Desperate airless cry
Of isolation; crushing, vacuum cold,
Sightless greyscale horrors plagued the eye.
But then, a filament of hope, a thread,
Whispered light to silenced psyche;
Quicksilver voice that banished morbid dread
A sonic thread, a higher frequency.
Kinetic joy, a rainbow symphony,
It soars on meteoric phoenix wings
That shatter the lacuna coil, break free
Bright soul, the melody through aether sings.
Neath spreading leaves, in dreams, I heard your song;
We love you still, that melody lives on.
The Cure For Love :4:The Cure For Love: Part 4: BBC Sherlock Slash fic.The Cure For Love :4:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: This is a sequel. Do not read if you haven't read my story "Because I'd Die For You".
When the light ripped through the shades the next morning Sherlock knew it was going to be one of those days. The moment his eyes opened he could feel his cynical irritability stirring within him. There was nothing he could do to stop it so he decided to do the next best thing: he would try to avoid John for the day. While he still held a certain amount of emotional clarity he knew John didn't deserve the abuse he would receive just by being in his presence.
Sherlock pulled himself away from John, careful not to disturb him, and walked to the closet to pull on trousers and a shirt. He grabbed his cell phone from his nightstand and glanced over at the lightly snoring John before he left the bedroom. He walked through the flat and jogged up the stairs in bare feet to the spare bedroom, where he decide
Chocolate In The SunHe cupped her cheeks in his fingers and forced her to look at him. She was cold, but warm at the same time. The rumbling hum of the mighty box echoed dully deep within the maze of chambers.Chocolate In The Sun4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What? What is it?" she giggled, tugged away as he pulled her into a child-like half-hug. "Something bothering you?"
He blinked back the tears that formed on his eyelashes and hid his face, reluctantly letting her go. She folded her arms across her breast and raised an eyebrow. He leaned back from the controls of the machine and settled into a chair. She lay on his chest, awkwardly at first, then affectionately. The gentle thud of two rhythmic heart beats allowed her to relax into his clothes. He tilted back his head and stared up at the roof of the stolen vehicle, a dozen thoughts running through his mixed up mind. His hand hovered across her belly; not even he knew what was going on with her. It scared him, and worried him. She seemed to sink into him, it was almost like home amongst his tweed coa
The Doctor and You 2The Doctor and You 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are cramped, too warm, blind, and it feels like your heart will never slow down. It's been in your throat for as long as you can remember, and you are sure they can hear you.
They are everywhere. And the one alien you need right then is nowhere to be seen.
Another one goes gliding silently by you, and despite the heat, you feel an aching cold pass through your stomach and you curl up even tighter, trying to disappear.
Where could he be? He promised to keep you safe. "I would take a bullet for you." He had said, holding your hand to his chest. "I really would. Both hearts. You're going to be fine. I'm going to get you out of here."
That's what he said before they dragged him away. And you would be worried about him, except the creatures have been whispering, and panicking about an escaped prisoner, and you can still understand them. So he is alive. Free. Conscious. Alright.
So why hasn't he come for you already?
And why haven't they found you yet? It's not like y
I Feel Fine Chp. 11I Feel Fine Chp. 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Returning to the hotel for the night, I took a shower, putting my now bloody blouse in the washer machine a few rooms down. My entire body ached, especially my cheeks and arms where those crazy girls got at. After I had turned the water off, I stood there for a moment trying to relax from all the craziness. I've only been here for no more than a week, yet I've been through so many things. "Oh boy," I began talking to myself, "I don't know how much more I can take of this."
All dressed with my damp blond hair wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the bathroom. There was Caroline, my new roommate, sitting on her bed. It was a foot or two away from mine. She sat there brushing her long locks, wearing a polka dot nightgown and pants. Paul had invited her to stay with us as we continued the U.S tour. So now I have someone to talk to besides those crazy men. "More of what," She asked curiously.
Realizing what I had just said accidentally, I instantly responded with, "Oh nothing!" She knew that
Facade 1: Remember Trip?FACADE STAGEPLAYFacade 1: Remember Trip?5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fri Apr 16 16 12 58 2010
Where are the new wine glasses?
(Ed knocks on the front door.)
(Ed knocks on the front door.)
That should be obvious! -- (interrupted)
Oh, he's here!
What?! You said he's coming an hour from now!
No, he's right on time!
(ED knocks on the front door.)
(ED knocks on the front door.)
(Trip opens the front door.)
Hey! God it's been so long since we've seen you! -- (interrupted)
(ED kisses trip.)
Oh... you're doing the European-style greeting...
we just got back from a trip to Italy, but the men didn't do that with each other... um... -- (interrupted)
Uh, well, it's, uh -- it's good to see you.
(ED kisses trip.)
Well come on in...
Uh, let me go get Grace...
i love the european style
Other Wybie's Story - 1-An Other Story Other Wybie's Story - 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Chapter 1
I knew I had to stop her,
I had to save her,
Even if I would be gone in the end.
Whats Going On?
Youre being created, my little Wybie doll.
Why? Whos Wybie?
Youre Wybie, silly, youre here for Coraline.
Im Wybie? For Coraline? Whos Coraline?
My new daughter, almost. You see, right now shes in a nasty world where no one is nice to her. Everyone ignores her, and the Wybie there is very annoying and doesnt listen to her.
Why doesnt he listen?
Because hes imperfect, youre perfect. You will always listen and smile for her, and never talk back. Ill make sure of that
Wait What?! Wai---!
Other Wybie looked around at the area around him. He couldn
I Feel Fine Chp. 4I Feel Fine Chp. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, I woke up early in my hotel room, fully rested and refreshed. I did a quick stretch; then got out of my bed. Getting dressed, I grabbed some casual wear from my suitcase. I was wearing a maroon colored, short sleeved shirt. On the shirt was this logo of a designer company. I chose to match it with a pair of black corduroy pants. Very casual. After that, I briefly straightened my hair in the bathroom. I've got to look at least somewhat decent when going down to the lobby to get breakfast.
When I reached the lobby, I bought a newspaper that came out today. Guess what the top story was? "New talent along with the Fab Four" aka me! It was great! I couldn't wait to show Ringo. Basically, it was about how I'm traveling with the Beatles and why. Now back to what was going on. I headed to the café that was within the hotel. There I snatched some chow for breakfast, taking the bag back up to my room.
On the way back to the room, I somehow ran into George in the hallway. "
Jesus loves gays - jeeoI wasn't in love with the girl who's doorstep I currently stood upon. I wasn't even close with her anymore. In fact, I was pretty sure she hated me and would continue to hate me for the rest of her life. I stood there anyways, and rang the doorbell.Jesus loves gays - jeeo7 years ago in General More Like This
The mother answered. I asked for her daughter.
She came down the stairs after peeking down from her bedroom doorway. The only thoughts that graced her mind were probably those regarding the necessity of my presence at her house.
"Hi, I've just got to tell you some exciting news-- but first can you come outside? I don't like having to look up at you. I want to be on eye level with you." I spoke rather sporadicly.
"What do you want?" She demanded. I knew I had one chance to speak clearly and be very convincing. I forced myself to look into her eyes and began my speech.
"I'll tell you about my discovery, but please, just stand on the porch." I backed away and gave her room to leave the doorway. She complied and asked in a simple tone full of n
Impossible. I sighed, and slumped my head in my hands. On my little tray in front of me, I had a J, two D's, an N, an O and two U's. I looked over at the Doctor, sat at the opposite end of the board. He was busily reshuffling his letters, jotting down notes in his notebook, and smiling slightly. I blew my fringe upwards in despair, and said "You do know that it's your go?"Impossible.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stopped writing and looked up at me. "You can't rush genius!" he said, waggling his finger at me. I pushed my hair back and leaned back in my chair, putting my feet up on the TARDIS console, ensuring that I didn't kick the dimensional stabiliser. I nearly blew a hole in time and space when I tripped over the handbrake.
Seventeen minutes later, The Doctor finally began to set letters on the board. I leaned over suspiciously. "What on Earth is a... Sonterrun?"
"That's SonTARan," he said "Basically a war loving baked potato. Aaaand that's double letter score, and triple word bonus, making my score... thr
The Doctor X Reader-Ice Skating Lessons- One-shotCalm.The Doctor X Reader-Ice Skating Lessons- One-shot3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
That was the only word I could use to describe the world around me. The snow around me was untouched, save for the footprints I'd left trailed behind me. Mountains could be seen off in the distance, rising up in majestic glory. The sky was a crisp bright gray, small flakes falling softly from it. Uninterrupted by the wind, I could stick my tongue out and catch the flakes easily. Such a childish thing it was, but I didn't care.
Yes, it was a perfect winter day.
Skipping through the last of the sparse, bare trees, I grinned as I finally reached my destination. The lake sparkled before me in all its glory, the surface covered in the thick, mid-winter ice. I paused a moment before letting out a loud laugh and barreling down the hill in a very un-lady like manner.
I slid to a stop at the bottom, falling purposefully down on my rear. Ignoring my wet pants, I pulled my skates off of my back. Throwing my boots off onto a snowdrift, I quickly laced the bladed footwear.
I'd been waiting mo