Meme and two more Ladyfest fills
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redfiona99Music Meme Day 28 - A song that makes me feel guilty
It's a long story, one I don't feel like going into. Basically, what I did wasn't wrong, but I could have been more tactful. I still feel guilty. This song reminds me of that.
Day 01 - Your favourite song
Day 02 - Your least favourite song
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
Day 04 - A song that makes you sad
Day 05 - A song that reminds me of someone
Day 06 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 07 - A song that reminds you of an event
Day 08 - A song you know all the words to
Day 09 - A song you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song by a band you love
Day 12 - A song by a band you hate
Day 13 - A guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song people wouldn't expect you to like
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song you wish you heard more often on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favourite album
Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry
Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 22 - A song you listen to when you're happy
Day 23 - The song you want played at your wedding
Day 24 - A song you want to be played at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song you wish you could play on an instrument
Day 29. A song from your childhood
Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year
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The Shepherd believes in the good book, Jayne in a good gun and the Captain in a well-laid plan. Zoe puts her faith in a good right hook.
Guns jam, books burn, and she ain't ever seen a plan go off without a hitch. If her right hand fails her, she's got a left to back it up. And if that's not working either then she's already dead, and there's nothing else to be done for it.
It's a sure certainty that she keeps tight to herself. The knowledge of exactly what she can rely on and what she can't.
When Martha first tells anyone that she's thinking of leaving UNIT, they told her to report to Cambridge. She wasn't told to go to a military base, but to see Dr. Shaw at the University. Martha was expecting to meet a psychologist, but instead, the building she was told to go to was the Chemistry building.
Dr. Shaw was old, older than her by about thirty years, but she was that particularly stylish sort of old lady, like her Aunt Mary, where you know that they're not young anymore, but you wouldn't want to hazard too much of a guess at their age.
Martha knocked on the door. "Dr. Shaw?"
"Dr. Jones, I have been expecting you. Do sit down." Martha wasn’t entirely comfortable under that examing gaze. Dr. Shaw wasn’t being unkind or unwelcoming, but she seemed to be evaluating Martha.
"Colonel Race sent me."
"Yes, I've been well paid to try and talk you out of leaving UNIT. Most people don't know what their price is, but hours of my time can be easily bought, mass spectrometers don't fix themselves, you know. How is the Doctor?" Martha must have looked confused for a moment, because Dr. Shaw carried on speaking. "Not that it really matters, because I have no doubt that whatever you want to do, you will, the Doctor doesn't take fools with him."
"You travelled with the Doctor?"
"Not exactly. I take it from that that he did manage to get his magic box working again."
"The TARDIS?"
"Yes."
"Yes. Was it broken when you were with him?"
"He spent all of his time trying to fix it."
"Sounds like him."
"Do you mind if I ask what he looked like when you were travelling with him? I do like to try and keep up with what order he's travelling in, it wouldn't do for me to tell you about something that hasn't happened yet." Dr. Shaw took a notebook from her desk draw and started to write as Martha described the Doctor, her Doctor, who seemed to be an entirely distinct man to the Doctor that Dr. Shaw knew.
It was different, talking to someone who knew him, knew him the way she did. Colonel Race and the rest of UNIT, they seemed to see the Doctor as some sort of god-like idol, and her family saw him as a danger, which she couldn't really blame them for, but while he was both of those things, that wasn’t all that there was to him, they were only parts of what and who he was. It was so hard to describe that to someone who didn’t know him.
They talked, of their own individual adventures, and of what they'd heard from other people, for such a long time. It had gone dark outside and they'd drunk their way through two pots of tea.
Dr. Shaw, Liz as she told Martha to call her, hadn't said a word about the reason Martha had come. "I thought you were supposed to be convincing me to stay at UNIT."
"I would if I thought it would do any good. If the Brigadier, or Brigadier Bambera were in charge I definitely would have tried, but recently ... it's not the UNIT I remember. Then again, the UNIT I remember wouldn't have had to pull an old fossil like me out to convince you to stay." Liz took another sip of her tea. "Also, if you could turn down the Doctor, you not only know your own mind, but you have the strength of character to carry out your plans."
"How could you tell I chose to leave?"
"There's something different between those of us who left, and those that the Doctor left. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there none the less. I think it's because when we leave, we do it for a reason, but you never quite know why the Doctor does things."
"Why did you leave?" Noticing the personal nature of her question, Martha added, "if you don't mind me asking."
"I realised I could do more good here, in mean, in my own lab, than I could by the Doctor's side. The Doctor has a way of finding people who are useful to him, and making them even better. The only thing I'm going to ask of you, Martha Jones, is for you to do what you think the right thing is. Listen to what other people suggest by all means, but weigh it against what you know and feel."
Martha couldn't promise to do that, but she'd try.
It's a long story, one I don't feel like going into. Basically, what I did wasn't wrong, but I could have been more tactful. I still feel guilty. This song reminds me of that.
Day 01 - Your favourite song
Day 02 - Your least favourite song
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
Day 04 - A song that makes you sad
Day 05 - A song that reminds me of someone
Day 06 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 07 - A song that reminds you of an event
Day 08 - A song you know all the words to
Day 09 - A song you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song by a band you love
Day 12 - A song by a band you hate
Day 13 - A guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song people wouldn't expect you to like
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song you wish you heard more often on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favourite album
Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry
Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 22 - A song you listen to when you're happy
Day 23 - The song you want played at your wedding
Day 24 - A song you want to be played at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song you wish you could play on an instrument
Day 29. A song from your childhood
Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year
~~~~
The Shepherd believes in the good book, Jayne in a good gun and the Captain in a well-laid plan. Zoe puts her faith in a good right hook.
Guns jam, books burn, and she ain't ever seen a plan go off without a hitch. If her right hand fails her, she's got a left to back it up. And if that's not working either then she's already dead, and there's nothing else to be done for it.
It's a sure certainty that she keeps tight to herself. The knowledge of exactly what she can rely on and what she can't.
When Martha first tells anyone that she's thinking of leaving UNIT, they told her to report to Cambridge. She wasn't told to go to a military base, but to see Dr. Shaw at the University. Martha was expecting to meet a psychologist, but instead, the building she was told to go to was the Chemistry building.
Dr. Shaw was old, older than her by about thirty years, but she was that particularly stylish sort of old lady, like her Aunt Mary, where you know that they're not young anymore, but you wouldn't want to hazard too much of a guess at their age.
Martha knocked on the door. "Dr. Shaw?"
"Dr. Jones, I have been expecting you. Do sit down." Martha wasn’t entirely comfortable under that examing gaze. Dr. Shaw wasn’t being unkind or unwelcoming, but she seemed to be evaluating Martha.
"Colonel Race sent me."
"Yes, I've been well paid to try and talk you out of leaving UNIT. Most people don't know what their price is, but hours of my time can be easily bought, mass spectrometers don't fix themselves, you know. How is the Doctor?" Martha must have looked confused for a moment, because Dr. Shaw carried on speaking. "Not that it really matters, because I have no doubt that whatever you want to do, you will, the Doctor doesn't take fools with him."
"You travelled with the Doctor?"
"Not exactly. I take it from that that he did manage to get his magic box working again."
"The TARDIS?"
"Yes."
"Yes. Was it broken when you were with him?"
"He spent all of his time trying to fix it."
"Sounds like him."
"Do you mind if I ask what he looked like when you were travelling with him? I do like to try and keep up with what order he's travelling in, it wouldn't do for me to tell you about something that hasn't happened yet." Dr. Shaw took a notebook from her desk draw and started to write as Martha described the Doctor, her Doctor, who seemed to be an entirely distinct man to the Doctor that Dr. Shaw knew.
It was different, talking to someone who knew him, knew him the way she did. Colonel Race and the rest of UNIT, they seemed to see the Doctor as some sort of god-like idol, and her family saw him as a danger, which she couldn't really blame them for, but while he was both of those things, that wasn’t all that there was to him, they were only parts of what and who he was. It was so hard to describe that to someone who didn’t know him.
They talked, of their own individual adventures, and of what they'd heard from other people, for such a long time. It had gone dark outside and they'd drunk their way through two pots of tea.
Dr. Shaw, Liz as she told Martha to call her, hadn't said a word about the reason Martha had come. "I thought you were supposed to be convincing me to stay at UNIT."
"I would if I thought it would do any good. If the Brigadier, or Brigadier Bambera were in charge I definitely would have tried, but recently ... it's not the UNIT I remember. Then again, the UNIT I remember wouldn't have had to pull an old fossil like me out to convince you to stay." Liz took another sip of her tea. "Also, if you could turn down the Doctor, you not only know your own mind, but you have the strength of character to carry out your plans."
"How could you tell I chose to leave?"
"There's something different between those of us who left, and those that the Doctor left. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there none the less. I think it's because when we leave, we do it for a reason, but you never quite know why the Doctor does things."
"Why did you leave?" Noticing the personal nature of her question, Martha added, "if you don't mind me asking."
"I realised I could do more good here, in mean, in my own lab, than I could by the Doctor's side. The Doctor has a way of finding people who are useful to him, and making them even better. The only thing I'm going to ask of you, Martha Jones, is for you to do what you think the right thing is. Listen to what other people suggest by all means, but weigh it against what you know and feel."
Martha couldn't promise to do that, but she'd try.
