TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right now:

1. Stop blaming yourself. Right now. It was the right choice.
2. I'll never let you go. No matter what. Maybe that's the most selfish thing I've ever set my mind to.
3. I miss you. I even miss how things tend to go boom when you're around.
4. I want to know what you know, and what you're doing, and why you know what you know and why you're doing what you're doing. I know if I ask you'll just say I ought to be more patient, but it still drives me up the wall.
5. Quit leaving the toilet seat in the bathroom off the library up.
6. Lord, wouldn't Ozma love you.
7. I wish you wouldn't look at me that way when you think I'm not looking.
8. You need to find a nice girl.
9. I'm waiting for the day I hear you've died, and for real this time. Part of me actually wants to hear it so I can stop worrying. I expect it won't be long now. I'm sorry.
10. I know you're happier with us than you let on, I just wish you'd tell me so every now and then.

NINE things about yourself:
1. I've beaten everyone I've ever played at cribbage, except Auntie Em.
2. I will try anything once.
3. I burned my bra in the '60s.
4. I have only two living relatives, and have only had two living relatives for my whole life.
5. I own my own apartment in the Emerald City, even though I have my own official residence at the Emerald Palace.
6. I've had dozens of dogs in my lifetime, mostly shepherds. Toto was the only terrier.
7. I have never been to Venice. (But I'd like to. Hint hint.)
8. When I was a girl I missed going to a traveling carnival because the entire week it was in town I was sick with chicken pox. Still bitter about that.
9. I really dislike the color pink. Awful.

EIGHT ways to win your heart:
1. Treat me as an equal.
2. Show me some respect. I'm not as young as I look.
3. Make me laugh.
4. Surprise me.
5. Teach me something I didn't know.
6. Be friendly to my dogs.
7. Try to keep up.
8. If all else fails, being an alien couldn't hurt.

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:
1. Glinda. In general.
2. Worrying about other people.
3. Trying to come up with an escape plan/rescue plan/whatever else is necessary plan.
4. "What would Uncle Henry think if he knew you were acting this way?"
5. Various and sundry questions of a curious nature.
6. Memories of the past. Good and not-so-good.
7. General unhappiness with myself, in one way or another.

SIX things you do before you go to bed:
1. Put on pyjamas.
2. Brush my teeth.
3. Floss.
4. Brush out my hair.
5. Usually read a few pages of a book, to unwind.
6. Wonder.

FIVE people who mean a lot, in no particular order or ranking:
1. Uncle Henry.
2. Aunt Em.
3. Glinda.
4. Ozma.
5. The Doctor.

FOUR things you’re wearing right now:
1. Silver (Bunny) Slippers.
2. Pyjama pants. Sorta green and cream stripes.
3. Flannel nightshirt. Solid green.
4. Underpants. ...not telling.

THREE songs that fit your life perfectly:
1. "Dorothy Dreams Of Tornadoes", Cursive.
2. "Apples In The Trees", Mirah.
3. "300 MPH Torrential Outpour Blues", White Stripes.

TWO things you want to do before you die:
1. Be somebody.
2. Do what's right.

ONE confession:
1. I'm not sorry.

HELLO MY KEYBOARD IS FIXED :3 My hiatus is over now, officially. Well, technically my laptop was fixed yesterday evening, but last night I was sort of................ drunk, so I'll be tagging people throughout today. AND I'LL BE ABLE TO CHAT ON AIM WITHOUT WANTING TO KILL THINGS. So. Yay :3

(ilu all)

And now my A key is acting funny. So I'm going on hiatus until I can get a new keyboard. Sorry guys :C

If you didn't know otherwise, you'd probably be surprised to find out that the Library is one of Dorothy's favorite places in the TARDIS, but it's true. When she's with the younger version of the Doctor, on the TARDIS that's wooden and gothic, she can often be found there, stretched out on a leather couch, surrounded by flickering candles and a pile of books as tall as she is. Sometimes he'll join her there, chattering away as he rummages through the stacks, attempting some sort of organization, being fully aware that the fairy tale, engrossed in her book, isn't really listening. But it isn't about actually talking, it's about just being together. It's comfortable, and it feels like home. Not the room-- sharing it with someone she cares about.

When she's on the other TARDIS, organic and glowing, it's different. The Library is deeper inside the ship, through twisting corridor after labyrinthine hall, and getting there is like arriving at a great art-nouveau cathedral, with a ceiling domed and tall as the sky, lights seeming to hover like fairies in the air itself. The shelves seem to grow from the walls and the floor. All the actual furniture looks mismatched and old, patched and worn, as if it's all been rescued from the curb at one time or another. It does have the good fortune of all being supremely comfortable, though, so there's been many an occasion where Dorothy finds herself curled up on the beat-up old brown couch, very nearly dozing off with her nose in a book.

Today is one of those days.

There's nothing wrong with that, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, but alone? On the TARDIS? When there's adventures to be had? That's just a little sad, don't you think? Dorothy might think so, if she weren't about thiiiis close to nodding off. The TARDIS is ever so helpful, dimming the lights. Or is it just her eyes closing?

Does it matter?

1. Ask me three questions you want to know the truth to.
2. I will pick two of them to answer.
3. One I will tell the truth about.
4. One I will lie about.
5. The last you will have to try and answer for me.

Later today I will post a thing I wrote (YAY FINALLY :|) but as of right now HAVE A CRY FOR HELP:

Photobucket has crapped all over my layout, hooray! I need a new one, toute suite. SUGGESTIONS??

I've given my character a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now she has to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my character questions about anything and everything and she will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. She can't beat around the bush with half-truths.

And considering half-truths are her her bread and butter, this should be pretty fun. QUESTION AWAY.

Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea is could be someone else's leafy water.
Warning: By posting this up should be willing to seek out the same meme on your friends list and give them some music too!

01. How it works: Place this post up in your journal.
02. Fellow friends list members [and their writers too] are to then in turn comment to your post with music.
03. Said music is shared via an upload that you can download, or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged that reminds them of you.
04. When you comment leave the song title and artist in the subject line so that if someone else thought of the same song they don't have to send it to you again, ;)
05. With enough people and enough variety of songs you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those that know you pretty well. [or so you hope]
06. Download and enjoy!

PS: I'm back. :3 HELLO

Give me one option and I will:

Option 1: Write out a ficlet/drabble/something detailing why and how they got together with one of your characters.

Option 2: Write out a ficlet/drabble/something detailing why they will never speak to each other again.

Option 3: Write out a ficlet/drabble/something detailing why your character will never forget them.

Catch: I choose which of your characters (if you have more than one >_>).

SO MANY DRABBLES. gratuitous icon useage

Ripe for trollery.

Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories. You may if you like include details, such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.

wm #87.5.G - wildflowers

She runs from the farm, feet flying faster with every step, the wind throwing her hair in a million directions. Sunlight streaks through the trees across the meadow and paints the grass with brighter shades of green and brown and lights up the flowers in the field into a million different colors, and they all go by in a blur. Not much more than flashes in her periphery, no time or desire to stop and admire them.

They're just scenery today.

She knows exactly where she's going and she heads straight there, as quick as she can; her tree, her favorite tree, the first one she ever climbed, the one split into four equal trunks spread out in v-shapes, strong wood to support her little body. There's no time to sit and reminisce. All there is now is escape.

Because memories, happy as they may be, can be painful in the remembering. Losing a pet is losing a family member and when you've had them your whole life it feels exactly the same. Suddenly someone you've spent your entire life with, someone you've shared with, someone you've been connected to, someone you've loved, is gone. They're gone and they're not coming back.

( He was gone when she woke up. )

fill it out, or else you are not my frand :|

1. Who are you?
2. Yay! How long have we been RPing together?
3. What was your first impression about our RPs? (i.e., were you nervous, intimidated, disappointed, impressed, amused, annoyed?)
4. First characters we played together?
5. Most amusing scene from one of our RPs?
6. Most depressing?
7. Sappiest/most romantic?
8. Cutest couple from our RPs?
9. Cutest friends?
10. What's your favorite character that I play? Why?
11. Least favorite? Why?
12. Something you'd like to RP/see happen in an RP with me at some point (no matter how random!)?
13. Name a song that reminds you of one of our couples/one of my characters and why you chose it.
14. Anything in particular that makes my style of RPing stand out from others'?
15. Anything I could improve on?
16. Character of mine you'd like to see more of?

Though the banners stretched across the back porch don't read "HAPPY 117TH, DOROTHY!", they're still accurately festive, in a birthday sort of way. Balloons are staked down everywhere, but every so often they're stolen or released by mischievous children belonging to farm workers and their families. People are playing volleyball, kicking around soccer balls, playing catch. Open tents are set up where people mill around sampling finger foods and chips and dip, where older guests sit in lawn chairs in the shade. Men and women mill around by the beer trailer and the bonfire, talking and laughing and enjoying themselves.

Dorothy herself makes the rounds, shaking hands and hugging babies and making sure everybody's got a cup of some kind of liquid refreshment, making sure they all know where the bathrooms are, directing people to the food and telling them where to put their barbecueables. Every so often someone brings a birthday card or small gift, which gets passed to Aunt Em, who is rather bemused to note she's apparently in charge of the gifts as well as the food. Well, all the food that Uncle Henry isn't in charge of-- since he's the BBQ Master for the day, after all.

Other than having to chase down a dog or two and keeping the puppies out of the food tent, things are going smoothly! Almost suspiciously smoothly.

Well, at least people are having fun.

[[IT'S DOROTHY'S BIRTHDAY! Everyone is invited to drop by the barbeque and indulge in a hotdog and mingle. If you're not sure if you're invited, you probably are. Threadhopping and nonsense is encouraged, if not mandatory. C'MON DOWN TO THE FARM, Y'ALL.]]