We are the masters of sinicism.

50lyricsfanfic ^_^ Yay!

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 08:27:37 GMT

001. I'll be just fine, pretending I'm not;
I'm far from lonely, and it's all that I've got
002. I write the lines you want me to;
with the words I dare to use 003. a place between sleep and awake;
end of innocence, unending masquerade

004. everyday is the same
when looking straight ahead;
caught in the safety of routine
005. we just can't stop believing,
because we have to try;
we can rise above, the truth and the lies 006. can't say I was never wrong,
but some blame rests on you

007. like violence you have me, forever, and after;
like violence, you kill me, forever and after 008. I’m finding my own words, my own little stage;
my own epic drama, my own scripted page 009. you got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
know when to walk away and know when to run

010. hey, when we first met,
I thought that time had come for me to die;
but now I see, that you had come to bring in here new life
011. should I bite my tongue, until blood soaks my shirt;
we'll never fall apart, tell me why this hurts so much 012. it's been a while since I've really spent time with you,
wish I could take back the times that I had

013. I will never hold you underneath for me,
maybe only just enough so you can breathe
014. you're hiding something, 'cause it's burning through your eyes;
I try to get it out, but all I hear from you are lies 015. if you feel scared, a bit confused, I gotta say, this sounds a little
beyond anything I'm used to
016. welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day;
if you want it you're gonna bleed, but it's the price you pay 017. and most of all, I don't need your opinion;
'cause you don't know what it's like to be like me 018. you took me in and you drove me out,
yeah, you had me hypnotized;
lost and found and turned around,
by the fire in your eyes
019. and where I go,
you'll be there with me;
forever you'll be right here with me
020. and say goodbye to the last parade,
and walk away from the choice you made
021. here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars;
drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.
022. how can you have lived this long, and not give in to rage?
don't you understand; we've both outlived our age? 023. there’s things I’ve done I can’t erase,
every night we fall from grace 024. sound the bugle now - play it just for me;
as the seasons change - remember how I used to be
025. remember all my past time, when the future is waiting for me;
I am lying on this ground, among memories 026. we are flying on wings in winter sky;
with fire burning deep inside 027. I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now;
don't you know I still believe, that you will be here
028. through long December nights, we talk in words of rain or snow;
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go. 029. just give me one more moment, another walk out in the sun;
one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side 030. there's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back;
feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke oozing from his stack
031. you knocked me out, I can never be the same;
I pushed you over, but here we still remain 032. I lock the door and lock my head,
and dream of butterflies instead 033. your bones are sore and weak,
but your will is as strong as concrete
034. I`m in love with my lust,
burning angel wings to dust 035. another orphaned field, another broken shield;
another voice that whispers: escape, escape, escape 036. you set fire to me that night, you lit and left me burning;
out of my mind, but in my sights, I saw the tables turning
037. so wear me like a locket around your throat;
I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke 038. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine 039. take these broken wings,
and learn to fly again, learn to live so free
040. somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasy;
somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me 041. this is heaven to no one else but me;
and I'll defend it as long as I can be 042. the Sword of Damocles is hanging over my head;
I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread
043. if you leave, I won't cry, I won't waste a single day;
but if you leave don't look back, I'll be running the other way 044. love, I get so lost, sometimes;
days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart 045. I never thought that this day would ever come;
when your words and your touch just struck me numb
046. these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do;
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you 047. it's a cold day in a cruel world, I really wished I could have saved you;
then who would save me from myself? 048. we're made out of blood and rust;
Looking for someone to trust, without a fight
049. where can I run to, where can I hide;
who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind 050. it doesn't mean much;
it doesn't mean anything at all

Having trouble remembering all Ten Doctors?

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:30:49 GMT

Well, me and my sister have come up with a little ... acrostic? I dunno, but its helpful.

So, with all ten, the letters we have are ...

H, T, P, B, D, B, M, M, E, T

So, what I've come up with is ...

Harry The Potter Beat Dumbledore By Magical Mayhem Earlier Today

In other words ...

Hartnell Troughton Pertwee Baker Davison Baker McCoy McGann Ecclestone Tennant! ^_^

(I have a shiny new icon!) - Meme.

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 18:21:45 GMT

Robin Hood

1. The first character I fell in love with
Much. He is just adorable and amazingly cute and sweet ^_^

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
Allan. I liked him in S1, hated him when he turned evil with Guy, but only for like twenty minutes in S2 and then loved him utterly.

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
Gisbourne. I really don't get it! He's just odd ... and covered in eye-liner!

4. The character I love that everyone else hates:
Uhhh...

5. The character I would shag anytime:
Lol, Will.

6. The character I’d want to be like:
Marian; defo! She kicks butt and does cartwheels - (which I sadly, cannot do) - and she gets Robin ^_^

7. The character I’d slap:
Giz.

8. A pairing that I love:
Allan/Marian - OTP. Don't give a damn about Robin/Marian, tho that was cute ^_^

Will/Djaq! ^_^

9. A pairing that I despise:
Giz/Marian. Wrong. Ew. Just wrong.

Giz/Allan. Wrong. Double ew.

10. Favorite character:
Will.

11. What are your five favorite things about your fandom?

~ Harry Lloyd. I love him.
~ Much's hat. It's funky!
~ Jonas' eyebrows.
~ Funky music.
~ That Giz looks like a woman in his his guy!liner.

12. What are your five least favorite things about your fandom?

~ Guy.
~ Guy/Allan.
~ Guy/Marian.
~ Marian's outfits that seem to be lessening by every episode in S2...
~ Will should have more lines. ^_^

13. Who are your five favorite characters?

1. Will
2. Much
3. Allan
4. Robin
5. Djaq

14. Who are your five least favorite characters?

1. Guy
2. ...
3. ...
4. ...
5. ...

15. Which character are you most like?
None, really!

16. What is your deep, dark fandom secret?
Don't have one?

Fic: Empty.

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 17:40:55 GMT

Title: Empty (2/?)
Author: beautifulwrong
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose (mentions of), Martha
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this, otherwise the TARDIS would have already picked me up.
Summary: The TARDIS is empty without her.
Author’s Notes: Following ‘Hospitals’. I think this will have about three-to-five parts. I wasn’t planning on a chapter-fic, but - !

Previous Parts:

Hospitals

Four weeks. Martha closed her eyes. The hours dragged on so slowly it was unbearable, all it did was made her want to scream! Yet he’d been silent. Sitting day after day in her room, pacing up and down, not a word, not a sound.

She couldn’t even bring herself to comfort him; he’d only ignore her. A part of her wanted to go home, leave him, bring herself out of this long-winded misery, but she couldn’t leave him. But she just couldn’t. Couldn’t leave him. He needed her, no matter how much he would deny it.

Without Rose, he had nothing. Only his TARDIS, and the memories.

Martha sighed. It didn’t really matter to him if she was there or not, but her feet were stuck solid.

The microwave beeped and she took out her hot chocolate.

Every day for four weeks now, she had woken up, went to the control room and sat there for half-an-hour, checking on the TARDIS, had breakfast, possibly a coffee, too, found the Doctor in Rose’s room, try to talk to him without hope and then came to the kitchen, where she was now, to have a hot chocolate. The same routine. Over and over. She was sick of it, it was so rehearsed.

She sat down on one of the bar-stools and blew on the milky-surface. She glanced at the clock. It was one.

Holding her mug, she padded towards Rose’s room, and found that the door was open. Tentatively, she walked in, still holding her mug, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it so hard – she was nervous.

The pin-stripe figure was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, her room immaculate, nothing touched. His head was bent over something, a pink plastic lamp was the only light-source in the room. She shut the door.

“Doctor?” He turned around, eyes alert. She almost jumped. He looked terrible. A thin line of a mouth, permanently depressed, his eyes no longer had that shining light that hid so many mysteries, now there was nothing.

“Rose,” he said weakly, the word was barely audible, “is that you?”

Martha’s breath caught in her throat. “Doctor, Rose isn’t here.” He seemed to be reaching out at her, and he instantly reminded her of the old men at the hospital who cried out for their families. She held back a choke.

“She’s gone, Doctor,” she whispered, trying her best not to crumple completely, “Rose is gone.”

“Rose, I need to tell you,” he wheezed, his eyes searching her face frantically. He truly believed she was there, and a part of Martha almost hated him for that, but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t …

“Doctor,” Martha said softly, but there was no stopping.

“I never said,” he continued, reaching out and taking her hand, “I love you.”

Martha’s heart broke. “Doctor, Rose is dead,” she sniffed, holding back more tears, “she died, four weeks ago. You were there. You saw it.”

She stood back, letting his hand drop, “And I am sorry, Doctor, I am truly sorry, but I can’t help you.”

--- Two days later.

Another day, another hot chocolate. Yet today was different. Martha Jones didn’t make one hot chocolate, but two.

The Doctor sat there, unmoving, yet at least in his right state of mind. He took the mug gratefully, not making eye-contact. No words had passed between them since that day, yet they didn’t need to.

Martha drank from her mug, watching him silently. For a moment their eyes met before she couldn’t hold his gaze and she looked away.

“I bet you miss her,” she said spontaneously, only because the silence was killing her. He looked up. No response – this down-put her a bit, but she wouldn’t give up. “Doctor?”

“I think you should go home,” he muttered, not looking at her. “I’m not … ready.”

“For what?” Martha couldn’t keep the hurt out of her voice. “I know you’re upset about, Rose but …” she knew she sounded insensitive in light of what had happened, but how could he? After ignoring her for four weeks he was just going to leave her?

“It’s for the best,” he said simply, getting up and leaving the room.

She followed him, almost angry. “Rose would have wanted you to move on!”

But he turned around, furious, overshadowing her small amount of anger indefinitely, “How would you know? You didn’t know her! You wouldn’t know anything, nothing! Never once,” he had moved closer to her know, and she could see how mad he really was, “never once did you ask me, did you even think to ask me when we were travelling who she was, how she left, how much she meant to me …” his voice had wavered now slightly, yet still Martha remained silent. “I’m sending the TARDIS back to your flat. Go home, Martha Jones,” he took a breath, “do that for me.”

Martha watched, beaten, as he walked away, trench coat trailing behind him. She couldn’t even begin to think of an apology and instead turned back and walked towards her room slowly.

--- An hour later.

Her suitcase was packed. And she was ready.

He was watching her as she entered. “It’s a week after we met again,” he told her, “send your family my love.”

He turned back to the TARDIS, fiddling around with god-knows-what, when he realized that she wasn’t moving.

“Don’t I even get a hug?” She asked, miserable, but his arms were around her before any thought could pass her mind, and, gratefully, she hugged him back.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he mumbled into her shoulder, “without her … I’m … nothing. I’m empty – there’s a gap, this … gap that never ends, can never be filled …” He paused, pulled away a little.

“What do I do?”

Fic: Hospitals.

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 21:44:28 GMT

Title: Hospitals (1/?)
Author: beautifulwrong
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Martha.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this, otherwise the TARDIS would have already picked me up.
Summary: He's found her again. But she's dying.
Author’s notes: This is inspired by prompts I gave myself from here. They were “Ward” and “Silence”.

The Doctor was sitting by her bed. He’d been sitting there so long he swore by now his legs were numb, his hand was frozen in one position and his head would never be able to move up or down again. But he was transfixed. For there she was. In front of him, asleep.

And yet the clawing hands of death, creeping over her, overshadowed what was meant to be a picture of beauty. Ruining the sight. He sighed, his breath warm against the freezing air of the hospital.

The door opened.

He flinched.

“How is she?” Martha Jones asked, walking forwards, hating how loud her shoes sounded against the cracked linoleum floor. She tried not to sound too nosey, she barely knew the woman whom the Doctor clearly loved dearly, but even in barely a day of knowing her, she still felt horrible about the fate of her.

The Doctor didn’t respond. His thumb began to stroke her pale hand, which was still in his, and had been, for the last four hours.

He paused, momentarily, indecisive. And it’s in this moment that Martha knows that he is afraid. Well and truly terrified. For he loves her. God, he loves her. And here, on the bridge of death, he is the most vulnerable thing alive. Yet all she can feel is pity.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, moving forward, hand wavering above his pinstriped shoulder, before dropping back to her side. “She would have wanted you to move on.”

“She’s not dead yet,” the Doctor replied, deadpan. “She isn’t going to die.”

“Doctor,” Martha’s voice trembles, she has to swallow down a sob. “Doctor, she’s ill. She’s so ill … I don’t know how much longer she can last.”

The Doctor closed his eyes. He was holding her hand, thumb still stroking her pale, tender skin, but he wasn’t sure if she could feel it. Was she gone already?

“Rose,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. “Rose, can you hear me?”

It is then that Martha cries. Silently, standing there, a few feet behind the Doctor, tears slipping down and over her tired face.

“Doctor, she’s gone.”

“No!” The Doctor responds immediately. “No! She isn’t! She can’t be! I’m not leaving her!” He cries out, jumping to his feet, his hand leaving hers for the first time, instead he stands over her thing body, hands on her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Wake up!” He begs her, tears falling for the first time, because he’s desperate. Because she just can’t die. Not after all that they’ve been through, not now …

“Wake up!” He begs again, trying his best to stop himself from sobbing his heart out. “Rose, please, just …” He trails off; the only sound left his heavy breathing. Yet inside his mind is screaming, his hearts are pounding against his chest. For he is the Doctor.

But he is broken.

“I love you,” he says at last. His hands drop to his sides. The three words were so quiet yet so loud at the same time, for it was the first time he had even began to utter them.

For those words spoke of so much in just a sentence. In those words he is aching, telling her of how much he longed for her over those three years apart, how much he needed her, to hold his hand, because he was alone. Oh, so alone. And now, with Rose gone, who was there to keep him sane?

Martha walks forward steadily and takes his hand. He doesn’t shake her off. No. His eyes close again, and she can tell he’s remembering. Imagining that it’s not her, standing there behind him, but Rose. The woman she’d always envied but now, standing there, as Rose lies before her, on the verge of death, that she realized that this woman was never her enemy. For without her, the Doctor would never have had light in his life. Gallifrey burned, his people died.

And she can’t feel anything but ache for him. Ache for her Doctor. The Doctor who was never truly hers, but always Rose’s. The woman he loved.

The Doctor turns around and Martha can see the stain of tears on his pale cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she breathes.

The Doctor doesn’t move, doesn’t even recognise her standing there. “Doctor?” She whispers, stepping forward slightly.

“I …” but his voice cracks and Martha knows this is it.

“Sh,” she sighs, wipes away her tears, “come back to the TARDIS.”

And he can do nothing else but that.

(I really have to get a DW icon!) - Doctor Who Meme.

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 19:23:12 GMT

Really, I have no freakin' idea who sent me this. It just happened to land in my not-so-full inbox and I wanted to do it so;

1. When did you start watching?
2005, series one - well technically like 30 or 26 or something, but NuWho here! Okay, a bit of a lie. I think I half grew up with it. My Dad would play old episodes and I'd sit there scared, hiding behind the sofa watching the enigmatic Tom Baker with his insane scarf, but that was when I was four, and by the time I was seven, Busted and McFLY had taken over.

1a. Why?
Well, actually *confesses* at first I hated Doctor Who. Weelll... not really. As above, I used to watch the oldies and I thought the New ones would be terrible compared to my lovely Romana-eps and etc. But my whole family sat down to watch "Rose" and I did too. About three minutes in, I was already in love with Rose and the brilliant Christopher Eccleston - (I cried when he regenerated).

2. What was your first episode?
Oh, God. I cannot, for the life of me, remember the OldWho ep I watched first. But it was "Rose" otherwise.

3. Which episodes have you seen?
Uh, all of 'em. Well, NuWho and some Oldies. (Mainly Four).

3a. Favourite?
Evil! Okay, weelll... Steven Moffat's episodes are always wonderfully scary, so all of his, Doomsday, The End of the World, The Family of Blood/Human Nature, Utopia/The Sound of Drums/The Last of the Time Lords, VotD - all of 'em, but my all-time favourite is Father's Day. Makes me cry every time.

4. Are your friends/family interested in the show?
Well, in my primary school, I was thoroughly deprived of any Who-fans. There were a few casual-viewers, but no total obsessers/squeers/fan-girls/boys like me. Where I am now is a smidge better, but Torchwood is sadly more popular.

5. Which Doctor is your favourite?
Four ... Ten ... Nine ... Four ... Ten ... Nine! Oh, don't ask me. *tears hair out*

6. Which Doctor is your least favourite?
Seven. Defo.

7. Which TV companion is your favourite?
Okay, don't ask me this either! I love Rose/Martha/Romana/Sarah-Jane!

8. Which TV companion is your least favourite?
Oh, does Joan count?

9. Do you listen to the Big Finish audios?
Nope.

9a. If so, which is your favourite?
N/A

9b. Also: which Big Finish companion is your favourite?
N/A

10. Have you listened to any non-Big Finish audios?
Nope.

10a. If so, which is your favourite?
N/A

11. Have you read any of the novels or short stories?
Yeah!

11a. Have you written any of the novels or short stories?
Nopes.

11b. Which is your favourite?
Probs "The Stone Rose" or "The Last Dodo" - in TLD, especially that line, "... no matter how much you're loved" at the end when the Doctor says it, looking at Martha. Cute.

12. Have you read any of the comics?
Nope.

12a. You guessed it - which is your favourite?
N/A

13. Do you watch any of the spinoffs (e.g. Torchwood, Sarah Jane Adventures)?
Yes, Torchwood to the rescue! It rocks and kicks butt bigtime. I've tried a couple SJA and want to watch it again!

13a. Which is your favourite?
Torchwood by far.

14. Is there any particular episode/book/audio/comic you desperately want to watch/listen to/read?
I kinda wanna read the original "Human Nature" book. Looks cool.

Fandom
1. Do you write fanfic for Doctor Who?
Yeah, tons of it, but I've never got around to posting much.

1a. If so, post a snippet of a work-in-progress (or several)!
I would but its on the other computer ... honestly!

2. Do you create Doctor Who icons?
I'm still struggling with a graphics maker, but when I have one, then yeah!

2a. Let's see a sample!
N/A.

3. Recommend a fanfic/icon/fanvid/fancomic/fancreation!
Oh, for fanfic I would recommend persiflage_1, her stuff is amazing. Obviously, time_and_chips is great for Doctor/Rose, also lifeonmartha for everything Martha and some very good Ten/Martha or Anything/one/Martha fics. For icons I would recommend angelfireeast, miss_jaffacake and 04nbod.

4. Have you been to any Doctor Who conventions?
Two. One, when I was about four or something up in Dunfermline. The old TARDIS was there and Tom Baker's scarf, also a Dalek. Verrry cool. Two, when I was about 11 in Brighton for a S1 convention on the pier. V. cool.

5. Have you ever dressed up as a Doctor Who character?
Jack, for Halloween once. And Rose on countless occasions.

6. Do you own any Doctor Who merchandise?
Loads! Figures, the TARDIS, posters, Top Trumps (both), magazines (DWA ^_^ + DWM), the curtains, the duvet cover + pillow, TARDIS key chain, TARDIS light-up key chain, magnets, Tom Baker autograph thingy, books (all of the NuWho ones), all the annuals (NuWho), the encyclopedia, the Soundtrack(s) .. loads!

7. Are you a fan of Russell T Davies?
Yeah, I do love Rusty, but I was a bit scared of the whole Hitler thing he brought up ...

7a. Steven Moffat?
God, yes. He is my fave DW writer.

7b. Paul Cornell?
Yeah! He's really good too.

8. What say you to Season 6b?
o_O.

9. The UNIT dating controversy?
Hm.

10. The Blinovitch Limitation effect?
*weirded out*

11. Multi-Doctor episodes?
Time Crash! Very cute. "You were my favourite!" ^_^

12. What's your favourite Doctor Who technobabble?
Uh, lots ... Inc, "Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey" and anything else out of Ten/Nine's mouth!

13. Have you watched other TV shows exclusively because of the presence of Doctor Who actors?
Yeah! Lots. Too many, including Casanova, Secret Smile, Recovery, Learners ... (ooh, that's all DT isn't it?) And many more ^_^

14. Have you met any of the actors?
David, once, at a fete. He's lovely.

14a. Travelled to any filming locations?
Wanted to, but my Dad wouldn't let me. Farewell, Cardiff!

15. What do you think of The Curse of Fatal Death?
Haven't seen it.

16. Do you have any fannish opinions that you think are fairly unpopular?
Um ... well, not really.

17. What's your favourite pairing?
Ten/Rose or Ten/Martha. (Ten/Romana).

18. What pairing(s) won't you touch with a really long pole?
Ten/Master, Ten/Jack, Ten/anything-that-is-non-female. Nine/ditto.

Echo Beach Rant/Review ... sigh + Primeval Mini-Rant/Review

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:52:48 GMT

Okay, first off - Abby/Charlie? o_O Where did that come from? I know Abby was feeling morose about Jimmy and everything but ...

I still believe 100% that Jimmy is Dan's son. Mark is seriously pissing me off - he is totally freakish and obsessive. Yet still awesome. How does that work?

Grace pisses me off too. She is totally annoying ... hm.

I felt really sorry for Narinda when she was ranting about Charlie. I don't like Charlie. He is not very awesome.

Jimmy, on the other hand, is awesome. Yet when he shouts he sounds like he really doesn't want to be shouting over a certain level and it sounds weird in contrast to Abby when she was crying.

I wish Brae and Jackie would just get it over with and kiss already! Though I think it's kinda good that they're "building up to it" as such. They like to have beer, lmao ^_^

And - ZOMG!MARK/ANGELA!

I kind of suspected it since Angela is always asking about Susan's life and about Mark and Susan suspected she was cheating and everything and ... - ! :O

Tis v. exciting.

Very annoyed that they stopped it right at the swab bit. Though I am sure that Dan is Jimmy's son, I still want to know for sure ... Very good episode - still the Abby/Charlie unnerves me ...

Okay, first off, I have found new love in Connor. He is adorable and lovely. Moving on.

Stephen! I had to hold back tears because my Dad would tease me about it forever and ever, but I was weeping on the inside. *sobs*

Cutter's face was heartbreaking. I hate Helen. She is evil.

That's all really! (I did say it was mini ...)

Hey.

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 16:27:31 GMT

I'm not particularly sure how I got here, but I'm glad I did! (See, typing random letters into Google is quite fun ... - I just happened to land LJ and pressed enter before I could type anything else!)

Wow. Hi. This place suddenly makes me feel quite ...

small.

Well, I'm BW. Huh - yeh, I have a name. But I don't really feel comfortable with giving that certain name out. So BW is fine for now.

Totally new to the whole journal/diary type thing. I try to keep up a sort of scrapbook/diary thing, but mostly its for sketches - which kinda suck, mind.

I'm a Whovian - (uh, who isn't? Okay, lots of people but you catch my drift ... o_O) and a Woodie, too. I'm totally obsessed with teh Ten-Inch and Ms - (or should I say Mrs now?) - Piper, Johnny Barrowman, Freema Agyeman, John Simm, Harry Lloyd, Richard Hammond, ya-da-ya-da.

Aside from Who and Torchie, I like to watch Robin Hood, Hollyoaks, Echo Beach/Moving Wallpaper, Skins, etc. ^_^ I like television!

I'm a huge fan of musicals too, I like such musical works as Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, Les Miserables, Joseph, Cats ... they're all wonderful. I also like to sing, dance and act ^_^

Since ships are pretty important, I'll you my OTPs.

Doctor Who - Ten/Rose or Ten/Martha, though, when am I feeling slightly weird, Ten/Romana.

Torchwood - Owen/Tosh. When all is said and done!

Robin Hood - Allan/Marian. Don't stop me. It's awesome.

Teen Titans - Robin/Starfire, Robin/Terra, BB/Rae.

---- I guess that's all for now. I hope you'll friend me or whatnot ... ^_^

Vale, ciao, etc., etc. ...

-- BW.

001.	I'll be just fine, pretending I'm not; I'm far from lonely, and it's all that I've got	002.	I write the lines you want me to; with the words I dare to use	003.	a place between sleep and awake; end of innocence, unending masquerade
004.	everyday is the same when looking straight ahead; caught in the safety of routine	005.	we just can't stop believing, because we have to try; we can rise above, the truth and the lies	006.	can't say I was never wrong, but some blame rests on you
007.	like violence you have me, forever, and after; like violence, you kill me, forever and after	008.	I’m finding my own words, my own little stage; my own epic drama, my own scripted page	009.	you got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away and know when to run
010.	hey, when we first met, I thought that time had come for me to die; but now I see, that you had come to bring in here new life	011.	should I bite my tongue, until blood soaks my shirt; we'll never fall apart, tell me why this hurts so much	012.	it's been a while since I've really spent time with you, wish I could take back the times that I had
013.	I will never hold you underneath for me, maybe only just enough so you can breathe	014.	you're hiding something, 'cause it's burning through your eyes; I try to get it out, but all I hear from you are lies	015.	if you feel scared, a bit confused, I gotta say, this sounds a little beyond anything I'm used to
016.	welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day; if you want it you're gonna bleed, but it's the price you pay	017.	and most of all, I don't need your opinion; 'cause you don't know what it's like to be like me	018.	you took me in and you drove me out, yeah, you had me hypnotized; lost and found and turned around, by the fire in your eyes
019.	and where I go, you'll be there with me; forever you'll be right here with me	020.	and say goodbye to the last parade, and walk away from the choice you made	021.	here comes the rain again, falling from the stars; drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.
022.	how can you have lived this long, and not give in to rage? don't you understand; we've both outlived our age?	023.	there’s things I’ve done I can’t erase, every night we fall from grace	024.	sound the bugle now - play it just for me; as the seasons change - remember how I used to be
025.	remember all my past time, when the future is waiting for me; I am lying on this ground, among memories	026.	we are flying on wings in winter sky; with fire burning deep inside	027.	I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now; don't you know I still believe, that you will be here
028.	through long December nights, we talk in words of rain or snow; while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.	029.	just give me one more moment, another walk out in the sun; one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side	030.	there's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back; feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke oozing from his stack
031.	you knocked me out, I can never be the same; I pushed you over, but here we still remain	032.	I lock the door and lock my head, and dream of butterflies instead	033.	your bones are sore and weak, but your will is as strong as concrete
034.	I`m in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust	035.	another orphaned field, another broken shield; another voice that whispers: escape, escape, escape	036.	you set fire to me that night, you lit and left me burning; out of my mind, but in my sights, I saw the tables turning
037.	so wear me like a locket around your throat; I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke	038.	It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine	039.	take these broken wings, and learn to fly again, learn to live so free
040.	somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasy; somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me	041.	this is heaven to no one else but me; and I'll defend it as long as I can be	042.	the Sword of Damocles is hanging over my head; I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread
043.	if you leave, I won't cry, I won't waste a single day; but if you leave don't look back, I'll be running the other way	044.	love, I get so lost, sometimes; days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart	045.	I never thought that this day would ever come; when your words and your touch just struck me numb
046.	these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do; one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you	047.	it's a cold day in a cruel world, I really wished I could have saved you; then who would save me from myself?	048.	we're made out of blood and rust; Looking for someone to trust, without a fight
049.	where can I run to, where can I hide; who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind	050.	it doesn't mean much; it doesn't mean anything at all