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Donna Noble
Donna Noble
Take Which Doctor Who companion are you? (girls) today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.


You're Donna Noble!

Oi! Wotch it, Martian boy! The Doctor thinks he can spout all kinds of ridiculous technobabble and 'Last Time Lord Angst' at you just because he's from outer space, huh? Well, you're not having any of it! You've got a heart of gold and a will of iron, and you're a rather boggling combination of a romantic idealist and a staunch realist. But you never let logical paradoxes get to you; you prefer to shoehorn the universe into a little box of your own perception. More often than not, it fits... probably because the universe is too intimidated to argue!

Man babies, Time Lords, and GQMFs, OH MY!

While looking through some old posts on ontd_startrek, I read that the Pinto man baby was created using a program called FantaMorph. So, I DLed the trial version, and got to work...

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More from the Omegle party...

A random non-Trekkie decided to play along. Hilarity ensued.

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I love my life rn. :-D

From the great Omegle GQMF search

After no success, I thought my search had not been in vain...

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Here's a few non-GQ responses, that were lulzy none-the-less.

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Story time, children.

I left an angry post on my facebook account about Heroes being cancelled. My sister commented on it about an hour ago, and she told me that Heroes is just a TV show, and that I should calm down.

But you know what? I won't. Because there's far more to it than the show itself. It's the fandom. It's the staying up until 3 AM on Monday nights for the 10th Wonder after show, laughing my ass off at Shark!Joe. It's the theorizing about the next episode that slowly turns from serious speculation into a ridiculous mess. It's feeling I get when someone tells me my fanfic or whatever is good, or that I should write more. It's the giddiness when something you've been wanting to happen for so long, happens. It's the people I've met. The comradery I've found. It's the people who will put up with my whining and my lack of social skills. It's just so much more than that one hour every week.

I typed this up, and was about to post it as a reply to my sister, but then I realized something. She isn't going to understand it. She's already made up her mind about the kind of people that "obsess" over TV shows and movies, write fan fiction, meet friends online: to her, they're pathetic, socially retarded losers. So, that's what I replied instead. That she wouldn't understand it. I know that she's just going to accuse me of being overdramatic, or whatever, but I don't care. The show may not be real, but the good times I've had, and the friendships I've made are very, very real.

I love Heroes, and everything that comes with loving it, and nothing can take that away from me.


Writer's Block: Sheldon and Penny 4ever!

Fanfiction: Do you love it or hate it, or are you totally indifferent? Why?


I have no life....

The Wall : Now available in Chipmunk Fast and Dramatic Slow Mo! XD

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Writer's Block: First and only

Is there a film that you think is perfect in its original form and should never be remade?

Lord Of The Rings.
OMG YOU GUISE. I just finished my first ever fanvid. :-D It's not as good as I had hoped it would be, but I guess it's okay for my first try, right?

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Title: Coming?
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Peter
Prompt: glove, fact, soap, where, body (not necessarily in that order, lol) for the Drabble-A-Thon on sylar_peter
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language, and I guess partial nudity...
Notes: The title was suggested to me by talkingmetaphor, so credit for the double entendre goes to her, lol

Open the glove box / Reach inside / Gonna wreck this fucker’s ride / I guess I got a bad habit…

Sylar didn’t know whether he should laugh or cringe at the off-key singing coming from the bathroom.

“Goddamn it.” The door swung open as Peter emerged, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Do you know where the soap is?”

Sylar turned the small bar over in his hands as he pretended to inspect it. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He looked up at Peter as innocently as one can while painfully aware that the only thing separating him from his roommate’s naked body was a flimsy white towel…

“Asshole.” Peter snorted as he grabbed the soap and walked back towards the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at the man reclining on his bed. “You coming or not?”