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Please, for the love of all that is holy and writerly, gimme prompts, people. You know, Five Things-shaped ones.  "And One ___  ____ Didn't" optional. Just anythingwhatever.

{Clarification via example: Five Times Kaylee Ate Strawberries (and One Time She Didn't) et cetera.}

Can be random original somethingness, can be fandom - my usual HP, Good Omens, Who, whatever and also Firefly, though I haven't quite finished watching the series and if you spoil me for the film heads may roll, and Being Human and, er, apparently, Merlin. Don't mock. Also! Xkcd! Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Whatever strikes your fancy really, I'll decline only if I know nothing 'bout it.

Help an ailing mathematician spark it and work it!

[Indeed, make a meme of it. I'll gladly give you prompts. I just have problems giving any to myself.]

Also. Because I'm on the recovering end of a very difficult week, random music meme waffing aroundness ahoy, as stoled from ehnel  ages ago

1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Kisschasy - Opinions Won't Keep You Warm At Night
{Not true, but an excellent answer to the question anyway.}

2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Elton John - It's Tough to Be a God
{Okay, that is eerily accurate. See, that's why I love randomiser memes. There's something divine about chance truths. A hidden god arranging these answers for fun and profit.}

3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
The Stranglers - Lies and Deception
{Not that I know of. Although I suppose Secret Agent Paramour does have its charm. I assume.}

4. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Beatles -  I Wanna Be Your Man
{The god I mentioned? Obviously a bastard. }

5. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
The Whitlams - Melbourne

6. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Beatles - Please Please Me
{... Not touching this one.}

7. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
The Magnetic Fields - The Luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
{Heh. Possibly not a bastard as much as he is Jack Harkness.}

8 . WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND(S)?
Santana - singing Winds, Crying Beasts
{I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.}

9. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
David Gray - Hospital Food
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You know, I'm gonna reshuffle this and it will feel like EXORCISM.

-

10. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Bob Marley - No Woman No Cry
{Omnious.}

11. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?!
John Lee Hooker - Crawling Black Spider
{Yes PLEASE.}

12. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Kasabian - Shoot the runner
{Sporticide?}

13. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The Stranglers - No More Heroes

14. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Angus and Julia Stone - Here We Go Again

Apparently the exorcism worked ish?

15. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Ray Charles - Georgia on My Mind

16. HOW WILL YOU DIE?
07 - Clean
{Did I speak too soon? I haven't the foggiest which song this is, btw}

17. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
The Killers - Dustland Fairytale

18. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Soko - I'll Kill Her
{It IS a funny song, actually! Very cute.}

19. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Louis Armstrong - That Lucky Old Sun

20. WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
The Magnetic Fields - Papa Was a Rodeo
{Heh.}

21. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST
Bloc Party - Hunting for Witches
{Vade retro, satana. 'Cause, yes, it sort of does. And. Um.}

22. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
The Stranglers - Long Black Veil

23. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Ray Charles - Ruby

24. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
All She Wants to Do Is Love Me

Right. Who else is spooked?
 

Comments

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author_by_night
May. 9th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
Let me try...

Five Times Ginny Weasley Fell in Love With Harry Potter?

If you don't like that ship, choose another ship. :P

(I'll do H/G if you don't! :P)
caboca
May. 9th, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)
Neurgh, no! Harry/Ginny isn't something I can do any more, I apologise. My brain's become too crax. How about I find a ship randomiser and see what I can see?
caboca
May. 9th, 2009 09:52 pm (UTC)
No such generator exists, apparently! Woe. Hmm...
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 02:17 pm (UTC)
Five Times Ginny Weasley Fell in Love, Part the First.
1. Martin had brown hair and freckles just like hers. He never had money to buy new things - what did Muggles buy anyway? Cars? Plugs? Underwear? - because whenever the rich stupid Muggles gave him a reward for saving them, he'd give it to puppy shelters or Christmas charities. He was so noble. Not a hero at all, just a boy like her (well, Ginny was a girl, but she could have been a boy, although girls were better) who did heroic things with plugs and batteries. And kind things and brave things and clever things, and Fred and George were wrong when they said he didn't exist: if Harry Potter existed, so did Martin. She'd show them all. She'd become Mrs Martin Miggs: girl hero with her very own set of batteries one day.

2. She didn't know what Tom looked like and she realised she didn't care. All that mattered was how kind he was, how understanding - he had been poor himself, and he understood about teasing although he never had brothers of his own, lucky him. Tom was the bright spot of her day, the secret happy place in her mind. She was still in love with Harry, of course, but Tom was different. Tom was real.

3. Vivienne was a bitch, and Ginny liked that. She was black-haired and dumpy and seventeen, eyebrows expressive and tongue dagger-sharp: Ginny watched, mesmerised, as Vivienne drove Phlegm to tears with a few well-chosen comments between spoonfuls of risotto. Michael felt uncomfortable around her, almost everybody did, because Vivienne knew things about people, and said them, things nobody else talked about.

"Little Red Riding 'Ood," she had whispered to her on the Yule Ball, and it took Ginny two months to realise who her big bad wolf had been.

"Vivienne," she said, breathlessly, the day before the Third Task, "Will you be cheering for Fleur?"

"I will be cheering for your shampion," she said, lazily, huskily. "'e is strongest, I think, and ze most noble."

"Yeah, Harry's very noble," Ginny nodded, but realised that mattered less than it used to. "Are you going back afterwards?"

"There is nothing keeping me here, no?"

"I... guess not." Ginny stepped closer, wanting something she couldn't define.

Vivienne leaned forward and kissed Ginny on the mouth, smiling very slightly, her eyebrows late.

"Go back to your dorm, Little Red," Vivienne said. "Maybe in a few years you will meet me again."

Ginny woke up the next day feeling hollow.
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 02:18 pm (UTC)
Five Times Ginny Weasley Fell in Love, Part the Second.
4. Neville's face was the colour of sliced-up plums, and Ginny realised she was hungry and probably somewhat crazy.

"I miss Umbridge," she muttered, applying Pomfrey's Smuggled Ointment over the scabs on his hands.

"I don't," he said, his tongue a bit heavy (probably still painful after that soup-forcing incident over lunch.) "At least the Carrows are honest. Mostly." He hissed as she started applying the Ointment to his face. "What do you think she's doing now?"

"Probably having the time of her life. All those freaks and half-breeds, locked away and dying..." Ginny bit her lips and thought of Bill, brave Bill who got shoved around and spat at on his way to work every day - but still had to go to keep Phlegm fed.

"Ginny," Neville whispered. "why are you giggling?"

She stopped abruptly. "I just - something sounded funny in my head. Is alliteration the first step towards insanity?"

Oh, she regretted it at once - the realisation, the horror must have showed, because Neville smiled at her weakly, and hugged her.

"I think we're beyond the first step," he whispered in her ear. "Today during detention, Alecto asked if you were good in bed."

Ginny swore.

"I told her that unfortunately I had nothing better to compare you to, being an only child."

Ginny blinked.

"Snape sent me away to pour dung over his herb garden before she figured out what I meant."

"I'm," Ginny said. "Er," she added. "Can I kiss you?"

"Oh, please do," he answered grinning, leaning forward in a teasing sort of way, and Ginny did.

He tasted like soup and blood and it was the best kiss of her life.

"I - " he pulled back. "I'm sorry."

"No, Neville," she said. And kissed him again, and again, and put her hands in his hair.

"But, Harry," he said, breathless and reluctant and so fucking noble.

Ginny smiled a crazy smile. "Oh, I love Harry. I do. But he can never know how close we got to - "

"Insanity?"

The chasm. The internal Azkaban. She bit her lips, then his. "He'd feel what he did -saved the world, you know he will - he'll feel it was worthless. If all that's left of us is..."

"Shards," Neville finished for her, his broad good hands massaging her back.

Four hours later, Ginny was late for Transfiguration and Neville was the happiest she'd ever seen him.

"The Sex for Harry's Self-Esteem Society," he hissed in her ear and she curled closer. "Such unselfish sacrifice."

She cried but it was better than laughing.

5. He annoyed her, and that was new. It was like he'd become something somewhat less human - a creature of light and of shadow, her mind supplied - but that wasn't it. It was... he'd finally become larger-than-life, just as she'd always imagined him and it annoyed her, because it wasn't fair that all his cracks and scars healed while hers lingered. She shouted this at him one evening - shouted other things too, some true, some not, all hurtful, and Harry drained. Paled and diminished and became a fragile boy full of tears and memories and so many regrets. Ginny left him with a cold smile, though she would return, eventually, happy knowing he was real.
softly_me
May. 12th, 2009 11:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Five Times Ginny Weasley Fell in Love, Part the Second.
Oooh, both of these are excellent.

The Ginny/Neville is probably my favorite of the five. (I may be biased because this is my new PetShip.) You wrote it perfectly. The comfort and fear and familiarity all blended perfectly. I love how quickly Ginny discarded the issue of Harry in order to get some Neville!Action.

I also liked reading Ginny being cruel to Harry because it is the only way I can see that relationship ending. Beautifully written and biting.
mimbulus
May. 17th, 2009 08:47 am (UTC)
Re: Five Times Ginny Weasley Fell in Love, Part the Second.
Oh.. I love it! I love all of it!

How Ginny falls for Martin Miggs, and Vivienne and Pomfrey's Smuggled Ointment and Neville! Oh, Neville!

And how she ends things with Harry, somehow, it fits perfectly.
softly_me
May. 12th, 2009 11:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Five Times Ginny Weasley Fell in Love, Part the First.
Hmmm, I likes the first one. The voice is perfect for young!Ginny. Particularly "she could have been a boy, although girls were better" and also "girl hero with her very own set of batteries one day". They make me remember times when I was younger and Girls>Boys in all circumstances. Well, actually, that's still true.

And, the Vivienne one was also good. I likes the dialogue and the description of Vivienne.
brytning
May. 10th, 2009 02:50 am (UTC)
Five Times Captain Hammer Got Hammered (and one time he didn't).

Couldn't resist offering a Sing-Along Blog something or other!
softly_me
May. 10th, 2009 06:37 am (UTC)
coughs* You may take your pick of these three options:

Five Times Argus Filch Met Arabella Figg.
Five Times Jack Harkness Fell in Love With Harriet Jones.
Five Times River Tam Kissed Jayne Cobb (And One Time She Didn't)

Yes, I am feeling particularly obnoxious today.
softly_me
May. 10th, 2009 06:38 am (UTC)
Also,
What episode are you up to in Firefly? It is affecting which icon I can use.
ehnel
May. 10th, 2009 08:11 am (UTC)
Re: Also,
She's only up to Trash, despite my pestering. :P Join forces with me and pester her to watch more!
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 09:36 am (UTC)
Re: Also,
In my defense, academia! And shitty nets.
softly_me
May. 10th, 2009 03:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Also,
Do not use academia as your excuse, young lady. *pesters pesters pesters*

But, I can use my Jayne/River icon... yay!
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 03:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Also,
But! It's maths! Maths has been the focal point of whining since Pythagoras.
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 03:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Also,
Jayne/River is the worst ship idea I've heard since Snape/Neville.

[And even Snape/Neville can work under some crazy DH circumstances.]

Whatchooreckon 'bout my Ginnywritings? *points upwards*
softly_me
May. 12th, 2009 11:19 pm (UTC)
Re: Also,
Any ship can work under crazy circumstances. (Any ship except the ridiculous GAM/EP.)

Alos, please oh please oh please, write me a Snape/Neville story? Just a short one?
caboca
May. 14th, 2009 11:43 am (UTC)
Detained, Part One.
I was proved wrong in my expectation that the taste of glory would be Longbottom's downfall. No, it was friendship: the other great vice.

He'd been so surprisingly prudent, putting a subtle reign on Weasley's temper and Lovegood's oddness and the boiling rebellion all around them - always got them in just enough trouble to keep their hope up, and not enough to give the Carrows the excuse they'd been, for some twisted sense of teacherly duty perhaps, waiting for. Ludicrous as it may sound, Longbottom had been my greatest ally in the hapless task of protecting the buffoons I so despised.

But then Lovegood didn't come back, and something in Longbottom changed - he stopped caring and started making blundering mistakes, and I had to stop him, for his safety and everyone's, just like all the times he botched up his potions.

Alecto drew breath for a fourth Crucio, and I judged it appropriate for me to intervene.

"Professor Carrow," I said, polite enough to make Albus proud, "if I may have a word."

"Don't mind me, Professor," said Longbottom, grinning up from the floor, "I'm good at keeping secrets."

He was insolent and impossible, and when Alecto kicked him, I didn't entirely disapprove. Stupid Gryffindors.

We stepped outside her blood-stained office and I said:

"I'd like to take over Longbottom's discipline. He and I share a special connection." My expression was a careful mixture of haughty stoic and sick fuck. "I believe I'm the boy's worst fear."

"I understand," she said, and she sort of did, although luckily, the Carrows never developed that particular sort of hunger for my students. They kept each other well-fed, I suppose.

Longbottom was silent on his way to my office, and I had decided to make the best of this and make him realise Lovegood wasn't the first or last casualty - I needed Longbottom back.

I motioned for him to sit and fetched the parchment that served as my Bible and damnation, I whispered a charm to conceal my notes and scribbles around that particular name, and put it in front of him.

"The Complete List of war casualties, from K to P," Longbottom read out loud, probably never learned to read in silence. "What do you want me to do with this? Sir?"

"Copy it, Mr Longbottom, in precise order, please. Using this." I gave him dear Dolores's quill and sneered carefully when he recognised it. "You will work in silence."
caboca
May. 14th, 2009 11:43 am (UTC)
Detained, Part Two.
He did - Gryffindors, of course - and I carefully made my way into his thoughts, testing the surface, first. I was disgusted - so much emotion, repulsion at the succinct summaries beside the names "Knight, Esther: mauled to death by her own dogs, suspected to've been controlled by Mulciber" (honestly! the boy didn't know half of it: the dogs had been chihuahuas, death by those takes days) and beneath it, a turmoil of worry for Lovegood, for his abominable grandmother and, apparently, Granger. Oh, the mundane unrequited love stories found in pubescent brains.

The boy reached his own hapless parents, and instead of the expected wave of righteous rage, all I felt was a kind of resigned sadness. He wrote their names down three times. Idiot.

Before I could find whereever it was he kept his blasted conscience - the most controllable part of him, I thought, I was pushed out by a resounding - spoken aloud - "damn it".

"I beg your pardon, Mr Longbottom?"

"I left out a line," he said, stiffly. "Do I have to start over?"

I was inclined to let him, for the stupidity of giving his torturer ideas, but I knew Albus would disapprove.

"As much as that would be fitting, I have no desire to eternally watch you make mistakes, Longbottom. Why do you let your fantasies of Granger cloud your concentration?"

It was a mild jab, aiming to enrage and open his thoughts enough for me to change them. Instead it induced a surprised and entirely honest guffaw.

"I promise you, Professor, I don't have any fantasies about Hermione."

"So your taste runs more towards Weasley?" I asked, before I thought about it.

"No. I don't have a crush on Ginny." He paused to reflect. "Not on Ron, either."

The conversation wasn't acceptable in any way at all, so I decided to end it.

"I will have to leave you to your toil, Mr Longbottom - I have a meeting to attend. Shall I send your regards to Miss Lovegood?"

Finally, a bullseye. "Is she alive?" He asked.

"I'm afraid I have no interest in communicating with the dead, Mr Longbottom." Which was a blatant lie, but he didn't have to know that. "You will finish your task and return tomorrow, at five, to collect your second punishment. Understood?"

I looked into his eyes and sensed his hope rekindling without any external assistance, which was just as well, too, because I've always loathed planting emotions. I've always loathed emotions.

I left him to his slicing.
softly_me
May. 15th, 2009 09:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Detained, Part Two.
It is a crime that you don't write more Snape. Honestly. Neville's dialogue was also spot on, but I thinks you have a particular talent for Snape PoV. It was just as dark and removed and passionless as I would expect, with just the faintest hint of indifference and sinister evilness. But, I think this calls for a sequel. Am I right?
mimbulus
May. 17th, 2009 08:54 am (UTC)
IAWTC!
Yes, you're right. It definitely calls for a sequel.

caboca
May. 14th, 2009 11:44 am (UTC)
Re: Also,
Think of it as a late birthday present, cause I'm almost certain I missed your birthday. IF I write a sequel to this, and I wanna but cannot guarantee it, that will also get me off the Harriet-Jones-writing hook.
softly_me
May. 15th, 2009 09:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Also,
Ooooh, I would very much appreciate a s sequel, please. It could certainly take the place of the HJ/JH story. In fact, I think I've found my new CRAX ship. You just wrote it so well.
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 09:36 am (UTC)
I hate you.
<3 !
ehnel
May. 10th, 2009 08:12 am (UTC)
Five Times Bill Fell In Love with Fleur.
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC)
Five Times Bill Fell in Love with Fleur.
1.
"May I talk to 'Arry?" asked the Beauxbatons champion in a raspy, throaty voice that sounded quite forced.

"I'm afraid not," Bill said, perfectly polite but just a bit cool. "He's not receiving visitors."

For a moment, her mouth set in a pout that heralded a tantrum - but it smoothed and she shrugged regally. "Can you tell 'im I 'ave come to apologise?"

"For what? Doubting his magical abilities?"

She squirmed, probably remembering their previous conversation. "No, I didn't mean - I am sorry I 'aven't been more 'elp."

"Elp?"

"In ze maze," she clarified. "I was attacked. If I 'ad been more - alert - I could 'ave 'elped 'im."

Her serially-dropped haitches were probably meant to be endearing. He wondered if she was looking for a morsel of gossip or shared spotlight.

"You don't think he killed Cedric, then?" he asked, smile perfectly serene. "Perhaps he was the one who Stunned you. Maybe you ought to be glad he didn't kill you, too?"

Whatever answer he'd expected, it wasn't a hex.

His teeth were growing past his chin and she stepped closer and said levelly:

"I do not like being teased, Beel." Her grin was beautiful and threatening and grim."Be glad I do not theenk you meant that."
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 03:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Five Times Bill Fell in Love with Fleur.
2. There was a thin white scar on the inside of her thigh. He remembered the first time he had found it, her slight blush as he told him about her childhood accident with the fence - imagining her a much-younger much-lighter Ginny-in-the-orchard. Such a tiny imperfection, he thought, making her more his, more real.

Now Bill was nothing but scars, and he traced them all with her soft lips. Soft and clean and white as heaven, his Fleur.

"I knew you'd still love me," he whispered, and it was true.

"I love you more now," she said, and it was true and ridiculous, and once again, Bill felt immortal.
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Five Times Bill Fell in Love with Fleur.
3. There was blood on her wedding dress, and it wasn't hers.

"You bit Bellatrix?" he asked. There was a purple bruise forming across Fleur's cheek, but her smile was more radiant then ever.

"She ruined my wedding," she answered. "Zat bitch."

He kissed her, deeply, in front of the whole family, and not even Aunt Muriel protested.
caboca
May. 10th, 2009 04:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Five Times Bill Fell in Love with Fleur.
4.
"'Er 'air. Iz it red?"

"No, dear. Open your eyes."

Fleur did, and Bill gave her their daughter, the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Pink?" Fleur was startled but serene at the same time, and so very happy. "We must name 'er Nymphadora."

"Er... a middle name, maybe? I don't want her to hate us."

"She will nevair hate us. We will be ze best parents in ze world," Fleur stated calmly. "But I meant as a middle name. I already 'ave 'er name chosen."

"You do?"

"Oui. Victoire." She had never sounded so proud. "Victoire Weasley."
mimbulus
May. 17th, 2009 09:03 am (UTC)
1. The Five Times Percy Missed Work In His Entire Career

2. Five Times That Rose Wished She'd Never Gone With The Doctor.
caboca
Jun. 25th, 2009 12:13 pm (UTC)
Times Rose Wished She'd Never Gone With the Doctor.
1.
The Doctor knocked roughly.

"Rose?"

"Die," she called, obviously from her bed.

"Rose."

"Die by dogs. Rabid dogs."

"Any preferred species?"

"Spacedog. Something with tentacles. Go away, Doctor."

"Shan't."

A pause.

"Fuck you," she said, getting up.

"Feel free. Though by the smell of it, I don't think you're up to it."

"The SMELL of it?" Rose threw the door open furiously. "You can SMELL it?"

"I smell everything," he said with a hint of smugness. "Don't be embarrassed, it's hardly unnatural. A bit more pseudo-sulphuric than most, I reckon."

Rose Tyler did not kick the Doctor, though it was a near thing.

"'f course," he continued cheerfully, "some of my other female companions had the same problem. I suppose time-travel messes with human cycles. It's the same with Kloptians, they get feathers all over the place, they shed ten times the regular amount."

Rose looked at him.

"You seen this before?"

"Yeah. You're being surprisingly civil about it." A pause. "Maybe that's 'cause you don't carry knives though."

"You shoulda told me."

"Why?" he tilted his head. "You wouldn't let a minor displeasure stop you from seeing galaxies." He made sure he sounded awfully sure.

Rose obviously counted to thirty in her head.

"I coulda bought some meds with me," she said.

"Meds?"

"Painkillers. Maybe a pillow for the cramps."

The Doctor grinned. "Oh, I have those! A whole wardrobe full of every sort of medicine - I don't much approve of lots of them meself, but most of my Companions needed pharmaceutical comforts at some time or another, and placebos stopped bein' interesting centuries ago - want me to show you it?"

"Yes," Rose screeched.

"Yes," Rose repeated, lighter, sweeter. "Why didn't you mention this earlier?"

"Dunno. Twenty-first century's supposed to be when you lot fall into your anti-medicine hysteria. A bit ungrateful, considering all the millions who didn't die because of penicillin, but humans aren't exactly rational the best of times, so I suppose -"

"Doctor. I promise this particular stupid ape doesn't mind meds. She loves meds. If you get her something to stop the burning pain NOW, she will be a very happy stupid ape and may even kiss you." Rose Tyler was frightening when she became TOO sweet.

"No need for threats, woman," the Doctor said, and she did sock him one that, so he went to hunt for painkillers, but returned soon with the admission that he was having difficulty location anything suitable for human consumption and wouldn't mind her help, considering it was HER temporally-unimaginative uterus, not his, thanks.

The resulting string of profanities was surprisingly endearing.
caboca
Jun. 25th, 2009 12:41 pm (UTC)
Times Rose Wished She'd Never Gone With the Doctor.
2. New Message from: carol:)
hi babe. U ok? u missd my bday :((( guess u forgot

Sent Message:
im so sorry hun. Im travelling lots & i lost track of time. Ill buy u something great to make up for it! :D :-*

New Message from: carol:)
u kno im a hor for bday presents XD. hows ur bloke? :P

Sent Message:
Hes not my bloke. Were just travelling.

New Message from: carol:)
hes impotent???

Sent Message:
NO.

Sent Message:
Well i dont think so. i didnt check.

New Message from: carol:)
So hes married

Sent Message:
Very much not.

New Message from: carol:)
He likes blokes? do u luuuure them in 4 him?

Sent Message:
NO i dont. u know i dont do those things

New Message from: carol:)
So why does he need u for?

Sent Message:
Company i guess.

New Message from: carol:)
Hahahahahaha so u r shagging! I knw it.

Sent Message:
No were not. Id tell u if we were. Every1 probably thinks it neway.

New Message from: carol:)
Tru :P. Its like jackie says. Doctors dont need blondes for ther opinions.

Sent Message:
My mum said that??

New Message from: carol:)
No jackie jones

Sent Message:
U talk to jackie jones?? The bitch from hell?

New Message from: carol:)
Hey u rnt here & shes not that bad.

Sent Message:
She got me kicked out from o levels! And she stole Chris remember?

New Message from: carol:)
Hey who cares about chris u got a doctor now. Neway gotta go party tonite! c u!

Sent Message:
Have fun & say hi to shireen 4 me.
caboca
Jun. 25th, 2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
Times Rose Wished She'd Never Gone With the Doctor.
3.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is Carol there?"

"Who is this?"

"Rose. Is that you, Eddie?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's me. Hi."

"Hi. Where's your slutty older sister?"

"I don't suppose you heard."

"Heard what?"

"I thought your mum told you."

"I haven't talked to mum for ages. What's up, Eddie?"

"Carol's dead."

"That's not funny, Ed."

"Do I sound like I'm laughing?"

"I just -"

"I know."

"Eddie? How - and when?"

"Three weeks ago. You know that bitch Jackie Jones?"

"Yeah."

"She dragged Carol to some party and they pumped themselves up with all sorts of shit and then they went out for a drive. Stupid cunts."

"Eddie -"

"I know. Sorry. It's just a stupid way to go. They ran into a tree. Jackie got out with a broken ankle. Carol was alive at first, but they couldn't save her."

"Eddie. If there's anything I can do -"

"Like what? No offence, Rose, but I don't think your doctor can bring back the dead, can he?"

"No. He can't. I'm just so - I'm so sorry, Eddie."

"We all are."

"How's your mum holding up?"

"She's okay, I guess. Yours came around a few times to check on her. Brought food and stuff. Your mum is a good woman."

"Yeah. She is."

...

'Oi, Rose, get off the phone, I think someone's forging a plague, I need you to go do some girltalk with the nurses.'

...

"Eddie? I'm awfully sorry, but I gotta go."

"Yeah, me too. Have fun."

"Thanks. Take care, okay?"

"I will. I do. Bye, Rose."
softly_me
Aug. 2nd, 2009 03:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Times Rose Wished She'd Never Gone With the Doctor.
Also, I love all of these stories and I demand you write the last two.
softly_me
Aug. 2nd, 2009 02:54 pm (UTC)
YOU!

Draco Malfoy and former Unredeemers command thee to visit this post.

Edited at 2009-08-02 02:56 pm (UTC)
softly_me
Oct. 21st, 2009 10:19 pm (UTC)
YOU!

I got that bleeding IM you kept bugging me about. My technologically challenged self is pretty sure that it's AIM which isn't compatible with MSN (?). Sooo, if you have msn, I thinks you should switch to suit me.

Also, you should really make another lj post so I can stop getting your attention by commenting on this one.
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