Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn1 Chapter 1Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Some info about this new series: Fan of VaughnxChelsea? Than look no farther, I'll faithfully write their love story, how they met, their past, and more. Read on Harvest Moon fans, read on.
Rap Battle: 10th Doctor Vs. 11thRap Battle: 10th Doctor Vs. 11th2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
RAP BATTLE: TENTH DOCTOR VS. ELEVENTH DOCTOR
10: Hey! What's up Doc? It seems our time streams have crossed
11: Yeah, any ideas on how to fix this paradox?
1o: Not yet, but while we're at it, I've got some things to ask,
10: What's that thing 'round your neck, and that dorky red hat?
11: BOW-TIES ARE COOL! And FYI, so's the fez!
11: As for you, skinny boy, what's with those glasses?
11: You know as well as I do that you can see quite clearly.
11: Are you trying to make yourself look as smart as me?
10: Ha! I'd have to look pretty daft to appear as "intelligent" as you ,
10: Did my next regeneration give you a smaller IQ?
10: You're stupid, you're a doctor who can't "make people better".
10: I, on the other hand, always win because I'm clever!
10: Much like Miss Evangelista, You're a poor copy of me.
10: And I am TEN TIMES the Timelord you will ever be.
11. What about your screwdriver? It's not as flashy as mine!
11. With all these new settings, I get the ladies every time!
10: Fine th
Through a World DarklyI fell through a world darklyThrough a World Darkly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to that city of lost angels
they say does not exist
and tasted the streets paved in gold
and the manna burning too bright
in your eyes.
I let it touch me
no one else dared
and wept at the wonder
of feeling something new.
I watched the sun eclipse
and loved how the cold
welled up from the buildings
and saw the beauty
in bitter weeds
that broke the fallow streets
and made them weep
the simplicity of chaos
stroke my thoughts,
undressing them like carrion
and the hard thrust of deceit
sallow and sinuous
crack the world apart
in my hands.
And I knew in an instant
my home was among the broken,
those softly bleeding souls
whose skin is my incense,
and whose frail flesh
is the light
that leads me back to you...
DW: Those Words"I love you."DW: Those Words2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The words roll off his tongue with unexpected ease. He, of all people, knows how short a human life is, knows that every single second matters and should be treasured. He does not have the time to stall, unlike his Time Lord counterpart.
He pulls back from her, watching her face for any signs of emotion. For a moment, he is scared. Why would she choose him? He is almost as human as she is, albeit with a Time Lord brain. He does not have the TARDIS, nor all of time and space to offer. Why choose that, when she could have all of time and space on a plate?
His thoughts are quickly silenced as she grabs the lapels of his jacket and kisses him thoroughly. His eyes flutter shut as he starts to kiss her back, savouring the moment. A moment he hopes will repeat itself soon because kissing Rose Tyler is mind blowing, amazing and absolutely fantastic... or at least those are the closets words he can find in this inadequate language.
Suddenly, the sound of the TARDIS interrupts the
ViolaA large violin? I think not, foolViola5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor am I a tiny cello
And the ones who pluck me, play my strings
Are decidedly more mellow
Inferior? I scoff at this
Because my numbers are few?
Because of lame jokes infinite?
Well, I'll teach you a thing or two
The firsts have egos that fill a sea
The seconds aren't much better
They always rush, embellish and prance
Can't follow their music to the letter
The cellos drone deep and much too loud
"Play soft?" they ask, "Too hard!"
The bassi we like and love because
We're both held sans regard
So now that the idiots (save the doubles, of course)
Have been given their fair due
I'll tell you what's really up with me
Take the bull out from what's true
It's true that I'm the middle child
Oft unnoticed in the room
But I'm a vital link, a bridge
Twixt ego and the boom
I share the cellos strings
But an octave higher still
And though I lack a violin's crest
The lower tones I fill
I don't screech like the violin
Nor growl in the cello's way
My tone is rich
The Doctor X Reader ~The Rules~—message right now!The Doctor X Reader ~The Rules~1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
In order to function with your new Time Lord (assuming you're his friend, an acquaintance or quite possibly a stranger he picked up off of the street in order to help assuage his confidence and pride after the last one, God rest their souls) we can assume the process if going to be very difficult.
Time travel can be fun, take me word for it! Here, I'll even send you a—
All right, did you get it? Good. If you didn't, I can wait, but we haven't got all day now.
Got it? Excellent. Let's go right into your rules.
1. If he says he's sorry, he really means it.
2. When he pulls out the weird thing that makes the buzzy noise and glows, it's not anything sexual, really. Just stand to the side and let him do the talking.
3. There's a reason he's been traveling with the TARDIS for nine hundred years and you two days. Treat her with Respect.
4. When he says 'stay there
Sleeping (River/Doctor)He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.Sleeping (River/Doctor)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care. Every once in a while she'd just show up, asleep in his bed.
He pulled his bow tie loose with one heavy hand. He tossed his jacket off carelessly and unwound his arms from his braces. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose and kicked off his shoes. He didn't bother with the rest.
He stumbled toward the bed, his eyesight waverin
FiM: Mort Takes a HolidayFrom Terry Trotchett's A Concise History of Equestria:FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you were to ask some ponies what they thought of Equestria, there would typically be one of three responses.
Most would happily go on about how it's one of, if not the, most beautiful land they've ever laid eyes on. (Even if it's the only land they've ever laid eyes on, which is quite an impressive feat.) When its lush, sprawling forests aren't meeting you at every turn, you're instead walking through flat, green plains that are punctuated with fields of flowers both unique and sweetly fragrant. The animals, use to the care of the equine inhabitants, are incredibly friendly and would like nothing more then to nuzzle up against some passerby. Not to mention that, for the most part, the citizens are a friendly and hospitable lot.
And Celestia's nice, too.
The second, and far more uncommon, response, is that Equestria is more than a little dangerous, with its habit of attracting not just the sweet, woodl
never trust a writerIt's best to stay far away from us writers. We're double-agents, and can't be trusted.never trust a writer5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You see, we just have this terrible privilege of not being able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. We sometimes forget that the emotions in our head might not run with as much passion as they really do, and then we get disappointed in things that make normal people happy. We're afraid to get close to people, and yet all we do is yearn for human contact. That's why we write about it, and that's why we lose touch on what it really feels like to be in a relationship.
Writers often find that we don't fully comprehend the world around us, and, considering ourselves realists, we wonder what is wrong with the world that makes it so different from what's in our heads. That's why we write about it, and that's why when we finally venture out of our homes, we can't help but curl up our shoulders protectively and stick our hands low in our pockets, blinking at the intensely bright lack of color.
Pirates and Hatters----------Pirates and Hatters5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pirates and Hatters
Alice Kingsleigh pulled her jacket a little tighter around her and hurried her steps. When she'd decided to stay late at the Kingsleigh and Ascot Trading firm's office, she had not expected to lose track of time and make her way back to the little place she was renting in the dark. Most people steered clear of her because she was "strange," but there were those few who found ways past their superstitions of her to approach her. And without an escort
"Excuse me, miss, but would ye 'appen to know where the 'arbor is?"
Alice's initial instinct was to run very far and very fast away from the voice that had suddenly come from behind her. But her second, stronger, reaction made her freeze in recognition. That sounded like She spun, irrational but anxious hope in her heart, to face the owner of that voice. "Tarrant?"
She was immediately disappointed.
Mad Wonderland -11-Back when the battle of the Champion had been fought and, for the Red Queen, lost, most her card knights had surrendered their weapons and their loyalty to her. However a small number had remained loyal to the Bloody Red Queen and had sought her out in her exile to serve her again, hoping to restore her to her formal glory. As this force grew, Ilosivich Stayne, of whom the Red Queen was terrified after his attempt on her life, suddenly changed his behavior toward the Queen, once again becoming loyal and subservient to her. Though the card knights saw the change as suspicious, the Queen had been more than willing to once again accept Stayne into her good graces for she indeed still harbored affection for her Knave of Hearts. The Red Queen had rallied her troops, though small in number, into a force which they all referred to as the Red Rebellion. She'd added to her troops by terrorizing small villages far outside the reign of the White Queen, staying well out of sight until she had a laMad Wonderland -11-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
One of a Kind. . . Chap 1One of a Kind. . . Chap 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fairfarren, Alice. . ."
As Alice slowly disappeared before his very eyes, Tarrant could only stare ahead as the reality began to hit him that she was indeed gone, and was most likely. . .never coming back. He could feel his heart aching to the point where it was starting to overwhelm him. So much so, that his shoulders slowly drooped, and his head began to lower. This was something that. . .during this jubilant time of victory, Queen Marina hated to see. And apparently, she wasn't the only one. For a deep sigh escaped the Cheshire Cat.
“Oh, my. It seems that our Hatter has become rather morose. Don’t you think?”
“Why wouldn’t he? At the time of our great gain. . .he just lost his best friend.” Mirana replied, as Ches sadly nodded.
Overhearing the whispers, it was as though Tarrant began t
Rose Comes First"We're out of tea bags." Rose appeared in the doorway of the library.Rose Comes First3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Doctor didn't look up from his book. He was sitting crossed legged on the sofa and clutching a mug of tea. "Yeah, sorry I used the last one, thought I'd get some more in the morning. I thought you'd gone to bed early anyway." He looked up at her, brow furrowing with concern; she was visibly drained and looked utterly miserable. She was wearing pink pyjamas and a hoodie that was far too big for her, one of his that he knew was her favourite so always wore to concerts when she refused to let him wear his suit. She'd wrapped her vibrant pink duvet around herself in a way which only made him more aware that she was really suffering. "Are you alright?" He stood up, book falling on the floor as he pulled her into a hug, the warm mug of tea held carefully out the way. She shook her head and leant into him, pressing her cheek against his chest as he rubbed her back. "How long have you been feeling like this?" He suddenly
Pet Names - (Doctor/River)River's always called him Sweetie, but what else has she called him?Pet Names - (Doctor/River)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"When are we for you?" River asked, leaning one hip against the console. The Tardis was quiet, the low background hum the only noise. It was only the two of them on board.
"It's after Lake Silencio for me," the Doctor replied.
"Really?" she perked up. "Thank god!" She grabbed his lapel and started pulling him toward the upper staircase. "Come along, snookums!"
He tripped over his feet, appalled. "Snookums! I am not a snookums!"
"All right then, Babycakes," she said over her shoulder, dragging him along with obvious intent.
"I am not a babycakes!"
"NO!" he fumed and came to a determined standstill. She jerked to a stop and turned to look at him.
"Punkin?" she suggested.
He pulled at his hair. "Good grief, River! Can't you think of any better names than that?"
She tilted her head and studied him, a long slow perusal that made his toes tingle, she stepped toward him with a slow, predator
Potterheads (Spencer Reid X Reader)Potterheads (Spencer Reid X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Oh, I almost forgot. Here.” Gideon said as he handed the box to Reid.
“I told you not to get me anything…” Reid grumbled as he opened the box. Inside were two tickets to A Very Potter Musical. Reid looked at them in confusion.
“I did enjoy the books, but why these, and why two?” Reid asked. Gideon glanced over to where you were sitting on the plane, rereading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
“The only person in the world who calls you Spence is a huge Potterhead.” Gideon said with another pointed glance at you. You however, were oblivious, getting lost in the world of Harry Potter all over again. Reid glanced over at you, a slight blush tinting his pale face.
“H-how am I supposed to ask her? And what if she says no?” Reid stuttered out. Gideon smiled at the shy boy genius.
“Here’s an idea: Go over there, get her attention, then hold up the tickets.” Gideon suggested with a smirk. Reid took
Grunt - (River/Doctor) One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...Grunt - (River/Doctor)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her hands.
"What do you want, Sweetie?" she asked, trying not to sound as disgusted as she felt.
"Grunt again," he said.
She stared up at him over her fingers. "What?"
He bounced, beaming. "Grunt again. It's cute!"
River groaned into her hands and rocked slightly, finally rocking herself to her feet.
She poked a sharp-tipped fingernail in his chest. "I a
BubblesRiver finds the Doctor having a bubble bath... How could a girl resist?Bubbles2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was sitting in a mound of bubbles up to his chin with a disposable party hat on his head.
He'd sculpted the bubbles into a Santa Claus beard and mustache, and there were a variety of boats, ducks, and what looked like the tail of a plastic dragon poking out of the mountains of foam.
River lounged in the doorway and stared at him, shaking her head, and smiling indulgently. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"River!" He jumped up, splashing water and foam everywhere. He grinned delightedly. "I didn't hear you arrive." He stopped and cocked his head, listening. "We haven't landed, have we?"
River shook her head. She held out her wrist. "Vortex manipulator. Sexy and I have been working on it."
His eyes got huge, gleaming bright. "You materialized inside while we're in the vortex? That's brilliant!" He gamboled over to her, dripping water and foam. He almost tripped over the lip of the huge, clawfooted bathtub. H
Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)"If you ever loved me, say it like you're going to come back." He came back.Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She was asleep. Like Sleeping Beauty in her glass casket, River lay on a golden bier, her hair curling around her head like a silky cloud, her face still.
The Doctor rubbed his hands together and made a happy “ooh” face. That means he got to kiss her awake. This was perfect.
He leaned over, then stopped. He just looked at her. She didn’t breathe, but she wasn’t pale. She was still that wonderful honey gold tone, her strong lovely body draped in a flowing white gown. His wife. His hearts beat doubletime, strange that they could here.
Her beautiful well-formed face, each feature alone unique in itself, her strong nose, her lush mouth, those long eyelashes, that stubborn jaw. Oh how he’d missed that stubborn jaw.
With his hearts beating like a freight train, he leaned down and kissed her, oh so softly.
She jerked up, her arm striking out. He dodged, reared back, windmill
SuperOmens - Serpent in a devil's trapAnother little Good omens fic for Lord-October :]SuperOmens - Serpent in a devil's trap2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, so, sorry of how long it took to put up. I had trouble with the ending and still am not completely happy with it but I figured I couldn't keep you waiting any longer.
Crowley was not amused.
In fact; he was most royally pissed off. And even that was an understatement.
He was currently sitting in a dim lit, worn out motel room quite firmly tied to a very uncomfortable chair in the middle of a blessed devil’s trap.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. Oh, no. Far from it because right in front of him was a man sitting on a bed with a bucket full of freaking holy water!
The other man, a tall guy with hair that could challenge any girl’s, was currently tapping away on a computer although he spared a glance every ones in a while to look up at Crowley and the bucket guy.
How he had been caught Crowley w
Witches and WizardsThe Doctor and River visit a familiar world of witches and wizards. But probably not the one you're thinking of.Witches and Wizards2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They stalked in, two elemental forces, a witch and a wizard.
A full-bodied woman in a ragged dress, with hair like a thunderstorm, and an evil glint in her eye. And a tall, bony-faced man in midnight blue robes, carrying a long staff, with a knob on the end.
The woman reached up and flicked off his tall-pointy hat with a sharp finger.
"Oi! What is it with you and my hats?" he said irritably, twisting to catch it. He crammed the crooked hat back on his floppy hair and glared at her.
She scowled at him, her face looking craggy under the layer of grime. She reached up to pull the twigs and leaves out of her twisted hair.
"Trust you to take me to a world where witches wear steel-toed boots!" she said with disgust.
"I thought you'd like it!" he said, starting to unwrap the huge gob of metal tape on the end of the staff. He yanked his sonic screwdriver free. Grimacing at th
DW: Their GoodbyeIt had been such a long journey to get here. Standing on the beach, the strong wind whipping around her, she felt a mixture of nervousness, sadness, excitement and love for the man, whose voice had led her there. It had been some tough weeks for her. Every night she would lie awake for hours, missing the gently hum of the TARDIS, always hoping he would somehow come back for her, straining her ears to catch the sound of the wonderful blue box materialising. But it never came.DW: Their Goodbye3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She now stood in the middle of the beach, waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Suddenly the Doctor faded out of the thin air. He looked just the same. Same messy hair, same sideburns, same brown eyes she could lose herself in.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Inside the TARDIS." His voice sounded distant, as though he was not completely there. "There's one little gap in the Universe left, just about to close. I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."
Rose wondered if he had any idea how romantic that sounded. "Yo
A Romance in TimeA Romance in Time4 years ago in Romance More Like This
As she brushed up to his side, the Doctor seemed to fall back up against the wall. River thrusted her arms around him, pushing her body into his own. "I can't wait any longer, Doctor," she moaned, "I must have you." The Doctor tried to protest, but something stopped him; a sort of giddy feeling inside him took over. She came in to hug him, causing him to shiver from the maddening emotions overpowering him. Her eyes locked onto his, as his did the same, and placed a soft hand on his cheek. The Doctor blushed madly, and could see that River's cheeks were doing the same as well. His hands and teeth clenched, he could hardly feel his legs, and almost thought he would fall over, but River had moved her arms wrapped around his waist. "River, what are you..." The Doctor was interrupted when River came in and kissed his neck. The Doctor quickly shut his eyes, the tickling sensation was too much, it was nearly unbearable. He wanted to giggle but kept quiet. "Doctor, do you really want to know w