I took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Intense, vital, and animated, taking a delight in ..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

Mun happens to think this eerily accurate.

Fiddles with the layout some. Check it out if you'd like.

Uh, apparently yesterday was exactly 1 year after this journal was made, so I will belatedly inform you of this.

Happy something-or-other. (It's not exactly a birthday or anything.)

The first words out of his mouth were "I'm sorry". But having just woken up from what seemed like such a long, long rest, it came out more like an unintelligible mumble. And then he discovered that nobody was there to hear him.

He noticed he was in the Zero Room, and the back of his skull was throbbing. A lot seemed in pain, actually. One big headache. His arms were sore. His legs were heavy. And the drums didn't help--

The drums...?

He sat up, slowly, and rubbed his fingers through his hair. There were bits of dried blood--all over, in fact--but it appeared as if someone had at least attempted to get the worst off.

( The blood... )

Wow, you're getting a nice chunk of posts lately. ;D

Let's have some fun. Your muse and mine'll hang out for the weekend and something interesting shall happen. Name your muse and give me one random word, and I'll write you a drabble short fic telling you what happened using both.

...That my Ten was nom'd for?

http://community.livejournal.com/tammy_awards/72281.html#cutid1

How come nobody TELLS me these things?! I'll have to participate in the next one and pimp out all my pups to the max, cuz Nine's done nothing, Suzie's a bit of a lump, and yeah..., so...

Slut. XD He's WTFing majorly at 1.) whoever nom'd him for that and 2.) how he's being voted for it so much. It's amusing the hell outta me, tho.

((See companion piece here.))


It had started with a simple mistake. Perhaps it had not even been a mistake; he had been told many times that it was not, that it had, as many things in life were, been an accident.

But nevertheless, it had happened, and he found himself quite stuck.

( after the battle )

:P It's blamed fully on rude_not_ginger...WITH LOVE.

1.	Transference	2.	Daddy Issues	3.	Addiction	4.	Ego/Id	5.	Multiple Personality
6.	Inferiority Complex	7.	Nature vs. Nurture	8.	Phobia	9.	Sociopath	10.	Approach-Avoidance
11.	Castration Anxiety	12.	Collective Unconscious	13.	Delusion	14.	Fixation	15.	Halo Effect
16.	Fetish	17.	Group Think	18.	Instinct	19.	Separation Anxiety	20.	Learned Helplessness
21.	Rationalizaton	22.	Libido	23.	Vicarious	24.	Skinner Box	25.	Placebo Effect
26.	Obsession	27.	Catharsis	28.	Free Association	29.	Repression	30.	Denial

Would it be at all possible for me to be a bloody awful mooch again and have someone pay for Ten having 100 icons again~? *big puppydog eyes*
LOOKIT THAT FACE. THAT RUBBERY FACE WITH THE 22223894817897 EXPRESSIONS. YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T RESIST THE FAAAACE~ Whoa, she resisted the face! *end Beast Boy moment*

ETA: Thanks a lot, Megs~! :D (I didn't need the 2 months more paid time, but that doesn't hurt, either!) Now I need to give him two shiny new icons...tell me not to let him have one of the "Closer" ones.

What Would You Do if...

» I committed suicide:
» I said I liked you:
» I kissed you:
» I lived next door to you:
» I started smoking:
» I started drinking:
» I stole something:
» I was hospitalized:
» I ran away from home:
» I got into a fight and you weren't there:


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

» Personality:
» Eyes:
» Face:
» Movie preferences:
» Hair:
» Clothes:
» Mannerisms:
» Musical preferences:


[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] Have I affected you? How?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Are we close?
[13] Emotionally, what stands out?
[14] Do you wish I was cooler?
[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[17] Am I loveable?
[18] How long have you known me?
[19] Describe me in one word.
[20] What was your first impression?
[21] Do you still think that way about me now?
[22] What do you think my weakness is?
[23] Do you think I'll get married?
[24] What about me makes you happy?
[25] What about me makes you sad?
[26] What reminds you of me?
[27] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[30] Do you think I would ever kill someone?
[31] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

Just had to share this vid. I might even put it in Ten's profile. :P Got scenes from SoD and LotTL mixed in with it, too, so be careful. But it's basically the best vid I've ever seen ever.

002. You're in a bar, having a drink by yourself, and someone takes a seat beside you. This person could be anybody - someone you know, someone famous, or someone you've never met before in your life. The person strikes up a conversation and asks you to tell them your life story. What do you tell them?


There was a very interesting man sitting beside him. Very drunk, very friendly. He didn't start out so drunk, but he was drunk enough to start up a random conversation about what the Doctor wouldn't believe happened to him on the way to work this morning, and then he proceeded to get a little more drunk as the night went on. Friendly, interesting, drunk, and from time to time, inquisitive.

"You got kids?"

"Nah."

"Woman?"

"Not anymore."

"Ooooh, I see, bit of trouble you got in, did ya?"

"Spot of trouble, yes."

The Doctor wasn't getting very drunk. He was drinking less than the man, something fruity, vaguely kiwi-ish or something of the sort. He liked his exotic drinks. The jukebox played all sorts of songs, and he really did like meeting new people, ordinary people. Nice place. Nice people. He always did like it when he picked the nice bars as opposed to the shabby ones.

"Hey, hey, I've told you a lot 'bout me now, I think."

The man still had some sense about him. Interesting indeed. The Doctor gave a little smile and nod. "Yes, you have, and it's been very enjoyable talking to you."

"I'm doin' most of th' talkin' here."

"I've answered your questions," the Doctor pointed out.

"Yeah, but what 'bout you? I've practically told you m'life's story. What 'bout you, anyway, yeah? What's your story?"

The Doctor gazed into his drink for a good long while. What could he say? He was a time traveler, a murderer, an adventurer, a friend, a father. He was singular, the last. He was a soldier, a scientist. His life story would take too many Earth years to even begin. There was so much to say, so much he could say.

"Me? Oh, well, pfft, you don't want to hear about me."

"No, no, go on, I wanna."

"I'm just a normal man. Nothing ever really happens. Sorry, you've caught a pretty boring man."

He seemed to deflate a bit, but didn't pry. "Boring man with a boring name, John."

"Yep," the Doctor said, popping his 'p' in an annoyingly loud fashion, "that's me, the most boring, normal Human on Earth. Couldn't get anymore plain than me."

"Bugger me, I don't believe that."

The Doctor let a sly smirk drift onto his face as he slapped a few bills onto the bar. Enough for his own drinks and plenty for his new friend. "Sorry, Roger--that was your name, right, Roger?--yes, Roger, sorry, but that's the truth of the matter. I'd love to stay and chat a little more, really, I would, but I've got a...a...meeting, yes, a meeting, early in the morning, tomorrow, so I really must be going."

"...Oh. Alright, g'luck with that, then."

"Yes, thank you." The Doctor hurried out of the bar. Sometimes it was too easy to lie about who he was. It was getting easier all the time. Half the time, he even wanted to tell the truth.

For now, he'd have to stay the plain, boring, normal, ordinary man, at least to everybody in a downtown bar on a rainy night.

Whaaaaaaatwhatwhat at realm_of_tammys nominations--saddest breakup? We didn't break up! I tried, believe me, I tried to break up with him, but noooo, he wouldn't have it.

*is not huffy or pouty at all, no* Wasn't even really sad of a thread, either...

Are we really a funny couple, too? I guess we might be. Hey~, other self~, would you say we're funny? I like to think I'm amusing, anyway.