Shutterbug_12

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:04:30 GMT

I am not sure if I have any Jewish friends here (though, it's really something I should know, and I'm sorry that I don't), but just in case: Happy Hanukkah! =D

(I don't think I ever really mentioned it before, but I find Judaism to be a pretty beautiful religion. Just sayin', I guess.)

TWW Friending Meme

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 08:12:25 GMT

I got into The West Wing fandom a few months ago. I've been loving it (so much--everybody I've talked to is so friendly, intelligent, fun, welcoming), but I'd love to meet and befriend more West Wing people bopping around LJ. I've seen friending memes out there, had good experiences with them, so I thought I'd give one a shot! Old and new faces to the fandom are welcome! Mix, mingle, friend away!

Spread the word in your own LJ, too!
(Don't forget to insert the link to your own thread.)

TWW FIC: Momentary Lapse of Memory

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 10:17:19 GMT

Title: Momentary Lapse of Memory
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Josh (Josh/Donna, Donna/Jack Reese)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only borrowing. Make love, not lawsuits.
Summary: On Thanksgiving, Josh is in search of a distraction.
Author's Note: Post-Arctic Radar (4.10). Many thanks to my beta-reader, dragonflylady77. 845 words. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Habit forced Josh out of bed before five a.m.--no alarm; must have been an mistake--and out of the shower before five-thirty. By five-forty-five, the coffee maker had wheezed out enough coffee to fill a mug, and Josh tipped his head back, eyes closed and still gritty with sleep as he chugged without stopping for breath. Undissolved sugar spread over his tongue like a strip of sandy beach. Josh hitched one foot onto a couch cushion to tie his shoes as he ground his teeth, crushing the crystals with crunch-pops that drowned out the commentator flapping her gums on MSNBC. Some leftover hullabaloo about Vickie Hilton. He'd hear any real updates at the office if it was important, he thought, aiming the remote at the TV to turn it off before bolting for the door.

Straddling the threshold, Josh crouched down to the floor and reached for the morning's Post. He caught several headlines below the fold before he flipped the paper to its front. His eyes never reached the main headline; they froze on the colored illustrations flanking the paper's title. Josh blinked, frowning at the pair of cartoon turkeys, both sporting Pilgrim hats as they wished a 'HAPPY THANKSGIVING' to Post readers everywhere.

Josh pushed out a long exhale and felt his shoulders sag. "Damn it," he whispered, folding the paper in half as he stood and retraced his path to the center of his living room.

He tossed the paper onto an end table, hot disappointment burning in his chest. For a moment, he considered spending the day at the office, but he knew that he'd hit a wall fast. The President was in Manchester for the day, Leo with him. Sam had already flown to California, and Josh was reasonably sure that Sam was indulging in the opportunity to soak in UV rays. Toby had thrown himself headlong into inaugural preparations. CJ had, in no uncertain terms, promised a painful death to anyone who dared to interrupt her Thanksgiving plans, which involved some sort of solitary spa treatment. And Donna was undoubtedly enjoying--

Donna was probably busy. Not to mention that the rest of the people employed by the federal government--useful people, anyway--had taken the day off.

Josh toed off his shoes and kicked them toward the door before shrugging out of his suit jacket. He dropped it over the back of his armchair and began a lap around the room, circling the furniture like a sailor without a compass, stranded at--

Josh shook his head to clear the thought; he'd rather not think about sailors.

He wandered into his bedroom, his elbows locked straight as he walked, his back stiff. "I can't believe I forgot it was--" Josh cut himself off, biting his bottom lip as he dug through his dresser for a pair of sweats.

He'd realized it last night. He'd known last night. He'd told Donna. He'd brought it up before she'd left to meet--

It didn't matter. He'd had a momentary lapse of memory. He'd been tired, had been up late, filling his head with budget reports and news about East Asia. He'd forced other thoughts out of his mind: Sam's abrupt move across the country, Donna, Thanksgiving--all of it. He just hadn't realized he'd been so successful.

He frowned, fighting his way into a hooded sweatshirt, pushing down the wish that he'd been more successful, that he'd been able to forget it for more than a few hours.

Josh sighed, one hand squeezing a fistful of hair as he padded into the living room and sank into the corner of the couch. He found the TV remote, laying his arm across the armrest as he browsed the channels. His leg bounced, his foot striking the floor with a rapid, irregular beat as he cycled through the listings once, twice. He paused on the third loop for preview coverage of the Thanksgiving Classic--predictions favored the Cowboys over the Skins--but jabbed the remote, switching off the TV when the commentators segued into predictions for the upcoming Army-Navy game.

He sucked in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes tightly, struggling to blacken the images surfacing behind his eyelids. Donna's smile had been huge--beaming--when she'd skipped out of the office, on her way to meet Jack Reese. Drinks with Jack Reese. Freshly showered, wearing--God, he never should have told her to buy it--her long red dress for Jack Reese. Josh could see her face--mouth curving with a genuine smile, eyes bright and clear, a blush deepening on her cheeks with every cocktail. He could hear her invitation back to her apartment, imagine the first touch, the first--

Josh propelled himself off the couch, his jaw set hard as he shuffled through his closet for a pair of sneakers. His fingers fumbled with the laces, but he managed two sloppy double-knots before he scooped his keys off the table and hurried toward the door.

Today he'd find a distraction. Tomorrow he'd try to remember how to forget.

TWW FIC: Part of the Whole

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:02:37 GMT

Title: Part of the Whole
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Josh & Donna
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only borrowing. Make love, not lawsuits.
Summary: Josh is forced to explain the value of Donna's Christmas gift.
Author's Note: Post-Abu el Banat (5.09). Many thanks to my beta-reader, amy_119. Thank you to inocciduous and pocky_slash, the moderators of tenyearsoftww, the fest for which this story was written. 1371 words.

"Is this it?"

Donna's voice tore through the office, rendering Josh both speechless and motionless where he sat behind his desk. One of his hands hovered over an opened folder; the other held the phone to his ear. His eyes darted toward Donna, who had materialized on the opposite side of his desk. Sam had been right; women were masters of stealth. Josh cleared his throat. "Uh, Toby? Yeah, I'm going to have to call you back," he said, tracking Donna with carefully neutral eyes, alert for swift, sudden movements.

The phone's receiver hadn't settled in the cradle before Donna piped up, one hand propped on her hip. "I'm normally not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Josh, but is this your way of saying that you're going to take me to Aruba, or is this it? A seashell." Donna raised her hand, her fingers curling around the orange spire of the shell as if it were a miniature Nerf football.

Josh squashed the urge to take cover under his desk. He forced his posture to relax, slumping against his chair. "Why would I want to take you to Aruba?"

"Because," Donna said, pausing to cross her arms over her chest, the shell still in hand, "I think I'd like Aruba, and I could use a vacation. You could use a vacation."

The truth in her reasons--one, at least--nearly drew a smirk, but he quickly cut her short before she could run away with the idea. "I'm not going to take you to Aruba."

"So it's really just a shell?" she asked, unfolding her arms. Donna balanced the shell in her hand and extended it toward him.

Josh stood and rounded his desk, swallowing against the bubble of disappointment scratching along his throat. "Well, yeah, it's a seashell, but it's--" He released a blustery exhale. "It's not, you know, your run-of-the-mill sand dollar."

"I know what a sand dollar is, Josh," Donna said.

"Do you know what this is, Donna?" Josh nodded toward the shell.

Donna peered at him, pressing her lips together.

"I'll take your silence as an embarrassed 'no'," Josh said, his mouth curved in a half-grin. "But, in a second, I might pretend to ignore the fact that you barged into my office with your foot in your mouth." His grin widened as Donna dropped her eyes for a moment and squirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What is it?" she asked, her tone soft, her eyes curious as she glanced at his face.

"A conch." He stepped forward and pointed at the shell's smooth, curved lip. "A queen conch, actually. Or a pink conch, which"--his finger followed the shape of the ridge, colored with a pearly, deep magenta that reminded Josh of lipstick--"takes its name from its color. Here."

Donna trailed her finger behind Josh's. "Where did you get it?"

"I found it," he said, dropping his hand and slipping it inside his pants pocket.

Donna's finger stalled along the shell's lip as she met his eyes. She quirked her eyebrows, doubt drifting across her face. "You found it?"

Josh flashed a grin, a flicker of charm, determined to quell the nervous flutters in his stomach and smother the disbelief in Donna's voice. "It--found me," he said, shrugging. "Maybe. At my mother's for Thanksgiving. Washed up on the beach. I got it."

"For me."

"Yes."

"Because you thought I'd like it."

Josh bumped the charm-needle into the red, flashing a full smile. "I knew you'd like it." He reached for the shell again, but Donna twisted away, hugging the shell against her chest.

She pursed her lips, shaking her head as she said, "In case you've forgotten--and it wouldn't surprise me if you have--I've never seen the ocean." She pointed at him, her fingertip a pencil's width away from his nose. "And I don't count the view from airplane windows. I'd love to see it, Josh, but I was stuck in Wisconsin for most of my life, and the rest of the time I've been working for you, and--"

"Donna." He considered holding his breath, speaking until he ran out of words--anything to keep himself from deflating.

"And I'll pretend to ignore the fact that you gave this to me out of some mean-spirited, twisted attempt to rub it in my face."

Josh reached for her, cupping her bent elbows, hoping that the touch would recapture her focus. "No, Donna. It's not--it's not mean-spirited," he said, releasing her with an aimless wave of his hands as he scrambled to recover. "Here, just hold it to your ear."

"Why?"

He shuffled a step closer. "Because--" He offered her a weak smile, shaking his head at himself. This plan had sounded much better in his head. "Because you can hear the ocean. You can hear it if you, you know, listen." Josh lifted his hand, holding an imaginary shell to his ear.

"If I listen to the shell?"

"Yes."

"I'll hear the ocean?"

A tiny spark of confidence lit in his chest as a smirk teased Donna's lips. Josh drew a breath and nodded once, quickly. "Yeah." He forced himself to stay silent, blinking and raising his eyebrows at her. Counting the passing seconds, he bounced on the balls of his feet. The spark inside him flared into a flame, fanned by Donna's reluctant smile as she angled her head and lifted the shell to her ear.

Falling back onto flat feet, he watched her face, tension finally easing out of his shoulders. He lowered his voice, whispering, "So, the queen conch? They produce rare pink pearls. Did you know that?"

Donna lowered the shell, sweeping her hair back, and eyed him. "But not this one?"

"This particular one?"

"Right."

"No."

"But you felt that I needed to know that this particular conch did not produce rare pink pearls?"

"I thought you'd appreciate a nugget of useless information," he teased, smirking at her.

"Ah. I see," she said. "You were being cute."

"That's right." Josh stepped backwards and perched on the edge of his desk, noticing when Donna's mouth curved into a frown as she concentrated. She turned the shell over in her hand, tracing its spikes, its smooth glaze. He shifted, trying to displace the hot, tight pull behind his breastbone. "It--" Josh swallowed, shaking off the false start. "It reminded me of you. It, uh"--Josh dropped his head, his hand slicing through the air--"protects the thing, the snail or something, that lives in there." Josh lifted his head, sure to meet Donna's gaze, holding steady before he continued. "It--the snail, it can't live without it. It would die without that shell."

Josh stared at her, watching her as she wet her lips. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but closed it again, silently opting to glance at the shell instead. Josh's heart beat a cadence loud enough to echo in his ears. He slid off the desk, never looking away from her face. "Donna," he whispered. "I didn't mean to say--"

Donna crossed the space between them in a couple steps, peeking over her shoulder before coming to a stop. Josh forced a swallow, studying Donna's eyes for a sign that he might have upset her, that this shell really had been a stupid idea.

Josh didn't need to try to hold his breath as Donna curled her arms around his shoulders and brushed a fast, feather-light kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you. It's a beautiful gift," she said, pulling back to offer him a warm half-smile before she headed toward the door.

The residual heat of Donna's mouth, her breath, still warmed his cheek when he called after her. "Uh, Donna?"

"Yeah?" she asked, stopping in the doorway.

"You'll get to the ocean, okay? I'll make sure of it."

Donna smiled, nodding. "Okay," she replied, stepping into the hall, and walked toward her desk.

He watched her go, waiting until she was out of sight to shout after her, "Just not before the next presidential election!"

Donna's voice burst through the open doorway. "Yeah, yeah! I got it."

Josh grinned to himself as he took a seat in his chair, leaning forward to reach for the phone.

TWW Mood Theme: Animated Josh/Donna

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:08:17 GMT

I finished my new animated mood theme! A West Wing Josh/Donna animated mood theme. I love it, and I'm more than a little proud of it.

Thanks to ticcyyy, whose very good tutorial helped me fill the gaps of my animation knowledge. Thanks also to amy_119, who helped me brainstorm for scenes.

annoyed	busy	discontent	good
crappy	infuriated	productive	weird
horny	irritated	nerdy	pensive
pleased	sad	surprised	working

DOWNLOAD at MegaUpload
Please let me know if the link is expired/broken; I'll gladly upload another link.

I tried to include instructions in the .zip file, but if I messed up (which is possible), seek supplemental instruction here.

And, of course:
-- Please comment; I always love and appreciate it.
-- I don't usually demand credit, but I worked hard on this, so, if you use the mood theme, please credit shutterbug_12 somewhere on your LJ.
-- Please don't hotlink.
-- Enjoy! ♥

House fic rec

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 17:07:45 GMT

I know that most people won't touch this story because of the pairings, which I think is a cryin' shame. Really. The writing is excellent. Some lovely language. Gorgeous, extended metaphors and imagery. And fantastic characterization on top of it all.

So, I rec: Fireworks by queenzulu. It's a dual pairing of House/Stacy, House/Foreman. (I just woke up so forgive me for not finding the technical terms in my brain, but...) It's structured in a somewhat fragmented, back-and-forth kind of style, so the two pairings work together in way that highlights the other's uniqueness with contrasts. It's not long, but, like most of queenzulu's work, portrays quite a lot with such a modest word count.

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:05:22 GMT

I think I'm late on this one, but Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends, anyway. =) *hugs to you guys*

House fandom: Fall cleaning

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 21:26:23 GMT

Study break. A little discouraging so far today, but I'm trying to remind myself that, although I am smart, I am not superhuman. I don't find myself confused by these concepts, and, whenever I make a mistake on a question, I can see and understand where I went wrong. I'm sometimes slow to complete questions, but I'll get better. I'll get faster. It'll be fine. More work. More studying. More practice. It'll be fine. I can do this. I can do well.

Anyway. Now that I've done my pep-talk to myself...

I've been meaning to do some House fandom, erm, housecleaning. Some of you may be interested in this. It's probably no secret to many of you that I'm no longer participating in the House fandom. I doubt I'll write for it again. Over the course of last season, I lost interest in and, actually, came to dislike the show. I've parted ways with it and have moved on from it.

I have an RP journal that is in need of a new and caring owner:

james_wilson_md This journal is on Dreamwidth. First person to comment gets the journal. I'll send you the generic password, so you can change it.

As for the rest of the communities I was involved in, I've given up my moderator/administrator status for:

house_md (Dreamwidth). Current mod: zulu

house_stacy (Dreamwidth). Current mod: amy_119

♥

Those six (hilarious) words and operant conditioning

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:09:41 GMT

AWWWWW, OMG. YOU GUYS. FIRSTLY: DPS REFERENCE! LOVE IT! WHEN BARNEY STOOD ON THE DESK, I COULDN'T STOP GIGGLING. I NEED AN ICON. JDFKSALFJDSAF *G* SECONDLY: YOU'RE AN IDIOT! AWWWWWW. I AWWWED UNTIL THE END OF THE EPISODE. I'M STILL AWWING. AWWWWWW. THE CUTENESS IS ALMOST UNBEARABLE. IT REALLY IS. DFJKAS;FDSJAKLFJDSAHJ THIRDLY: I AM PROUD OF YOU, EH. LOLOL

But, then, I got mad at Ted for that English degree crack. Those are really getting old, world. They really are.

Marshall's been a little weird this season, I've thought. Something's different, but I can't pinpoint what. It's almost as if he's gotten...kind of dumb. I don't know. But something's up with him that's been bothering me a little.

But besides that...AAAWWWWWW. BARNEY/ROBIN IS SO HAPPY MAKING. JDFKLASHFJAS AAAWWWW. Though, I'd love to see some more complicated things happening with the other characters. I feel like all the attention's been on Barney and Robin since the start of the season. I love it--don't get me wrong--but maybe some substantial subplots for some of the other characters would be nice. BUT BARNEY AND ROBIN ARE SO CUTE. DJSALFKHDASJLFHASJDFHL *SQUISHES THEM*

OKAY. BIG BANG THEORY IS BACK. BEST EPISODE SO FAR THIS SEASON, BY FAR. I TOTALLY KNEW WHAT SHELDON WAS DOING WITH THE POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT. LOLOL I LOVED THE OPENING, AND ALL OF THE EPISODE (besides that very last scene in the car, which fell a little flat). BUT WHEW. THAT WAS FANTASTIC. LOL

IF I COULD MAKE ANIMATED ICONS, I'D MAKE ONE OF SHELDON SPRAYING LEONARD WITH THE WATER BOTTLE. LOL

Seriously, I think that episode along with the Christmas gift basket episode are my two favorites of the whole series.

GOOD WEEK FOR TV. *NODS*

West Wing Ficathon!

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:10:54 GMT

Oh, my God, you guys! Happened to come across this: A West Wing Tenth Anniversary Ficathon! I'm all excited! Now the only problem I'm having is trying to decide which prompt to take. (Prompts are all episode titles. The submitted story can be a missing scene, post-ep., an idea or concept based on the title that has nothing to do with the actual episode; it's very free in terms of guidelines.)

I'm torn between fic ideas for Noel, Evidence of Things Not Seen, Disaster Relief, In the Shadow of Two Gunmen, The Midterms (all the plot bunnies for these--except Disaster Relief--deal with Josh and the shooting), Memorial Day (Josh/Donna bunnies), Jefferson Lives, Constituency of One (Josh/Amy bunnies), and 20 Hours in L.A (Josh/Joey bunnies). I WONDER IF THERE'S A PATTERN. HMMMM. NAH, NOTHING TOO OBVIOUS. *ahem*

Part of the problem is that I have--oh, I don't know--a hundred or so plot bunnies that I can pick from (many more, obviously, than I pointed to above), and I just don't know what to pick. I have lots of Josh/Donna plot bunnies that are more late/post-series, but I figured I'd stick within the series itself for this ficathon, since it's more of a celebration of the canon that was released.

But, gah, I can't decide! Votes, anyone? I'm looking at you, amy_119, crashandburn (even though I think you said you rarely read fic), and joe_pike_junior. And anyone else who'd like to chime in.

Okay, back to studying. *tries like hell to focus*

HIMYM happiness

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:56:22 GMT

AWW, YOU GUYS, BARNEY AND ROBIN ARE RIDICULOUSLY CUTE. SO, SO CUTE. UNLAWFULLY CUTE. I'LL BE REALLY SAD IF THEY BREAK UP, BECAUSE OMG THE CUTE. IT KILLS. THE CUTE KILLS.

AND TED'S BRAINFART AT THE CHALKBOARD WAS HILARIOUS. I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING FOR A COUPLE MINUTES. BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS HAD THOSE BRAINFARTS AT THE WORST TIMES, OVER SOMETHING SO SILLY LIKE THAT. I LOVE IT.

I'VE MISSED THE SHOW. *HUGGLES IT* IT'S SO FULL OF FUNNY AND CUTE. FJDAKLFHADSJLFAS AWWWWWW.

I made an awesome little icon, too! Hee! *is amused*

TWW FIC: So Hard to Ask Nicely

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 22:23:26 GMT

Title: So Hard to Ask Nicely
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Josh & Donna
Rating: PG
Summary: Josh needs a favor. He has to ask nicely.
Disclaimer: Make love, not lawsuits.
Author's Note: Approximate timeline: 1.15 (Celestial Navigation) - 1.21 (Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics). Many thanks to my beta and first-readers, queenzulu and joe_pike_junior. Dedicated to amy_119, who opened the door to The West Wing for me some months ago. 1170 words. Feedback and concrit is love.

"Hey, Donna. Listen. I need a ride."

At her desk, Donna faced her computer monitor, her chin propped in her hand, but raised her eyes to find Josh peering down at her. He leaned against the glass partition, already wearing his long overcoat, his arms bent and rigid, his lips stretched into a straight, thin line. Donna drew an even breath and leaned back in her seat. "Where are we going?"

A muscle twitched in Josh's jaw. "M and 23rd Street," he said, the words rushing out of him. Josh spun and plucked her coat from the rack. He thrust it at her, his hand curled into a tight fist as he pinched the collar.

The breeze sent loose papers fluttering across the desk, and Donna pinned them down again, stinging her palm with a slap that made Josh's eyes widen. "What's at M and 23rd Street?" she asked, curious but skeptical. Josh asked for dozens of favors--emergency dry-cleaning, personal travel arrangements, assistance when he'd locked himself out of his apartment--but, so far, at least, he'd never asked for a ride to an unnamed place in the West End.

"Uh, a--" Josh blinked and dropped his head. "It's the--place I have to be." He shook her coat, urging her to take it. "A meeting. I have a meeting."

Donna tilted her head as she studied his face. "A meeting?"

"A very important meeting."

"A very important meeting?"

"Yes, a very urgent--" His shoulders fell, and his outstretched arm flopped to his side, Donna's coat going with it. "Donna, I need a ride."

"What do I look like? Your personal chauffeur? I do a lot of things for you, Josh, but one thing I am not is your personal chauffeur," she said, reaching for the phone. "I'll call for a cab. It'll be here in ten minutes."

Josh lunged forward, holding the phone's receiver to its base with his free hand. "No cab. I can't. It's really simple. I need a ride to M and 23rd, and I need you to take me, and wait there, so you can give me a ride back to my apartment, because--"

"Because you won't be able to walk? Josh, you live a few blocks away."

"Well, more than a few, Donna."

"You've walked farther than that to work. What's going on?" Donna lifted her hands away from the phone and let them fall into her lap. "Will you just tell me what's going on? And don't say 'an important meeting'."

Josh heaved a sigh. "Yes," he said, slow and uncertain.

"Yes? Yes, you'll tell me what's going on?"

"Yes, I won't be able to walk. At least, probably not very well."

"Oh, God," Donna said, standing, stepping forward, and herding Josh against the filing cabinet. She glanced over her shoulder before she spoke again, her voice hushed, "Josh, this isn't one of those drinking meetings, is it? Where you score some points with two tumblers and a bottle of Maker's Mark--"

"No."

"--and come back to the office drunk--"

"No."

"--where it then becomes my job to pour coffee down your throat and sober you up for--"

"Donna. Donna."

Donna snapped her mouth closed. She found Josh's eyes and focused.

Josh sidled out from between Donna and the cabinet, draping Donna's coat over his arm. "It's not that kind of meeting."

"Then what kind of meeting is it?"

"It's--it's nothing. It's--" Josh blinked, pressing his lips together as he inhaled. His words streamed out with a lungful of air. "I'm having my wisdom teeth pulled."

For a second, Donna faltered over her words. "You're--you're having your wisdom teeth pulled? I thought you were supposed to get those taken out when you were in college. When you're twenty, or something."

"You're supposed to, if they cause problems. But I only have two, and they never really bothered me, so I never had them taken out."

"You only have two?"

"Yeah. I'm--" Josh cocked his head, a half-grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Evolutionarily advanced."

"I'll remember that the next time you bellow from your office like a cave-person."

Josh eyed her, his lips parting and his grin fading. "I don't bellow. I--raise my voice. In a civilized tone. I don't bellow."

Donna leaned back, folded her arms over her chest, and found a seat on the corner of her desk. "So you, the great, advanced, cerebral being that you are, decided that it would be more beneficial to wait to have your wisdom teeth pulled. One of your more brilliant decisions, I have to tell you."

"No, you really don't."

Donna narrowed her eyes. "Do you know that only one percent of teenage patients experience nerve damage following a wisdom tooth extraction? One percent. But the percentage of adults jumps to twelve percent. So you've traded a couple useless teeth for a higher risk of permanent nerve damage, plus a longer recovery period, which, by the way, will be unpredictable. Or, more unpredictable than it would have been when you were nineteen."

"How do you know this?" he asked, studying her for a moment. "Last I checked, you weren't Donna Moss, DDS. If you are, you should really update your resume."

Donna shrugged. "I know things."

Josh raised his eyebrows. "You do?"

"Don't you need a ride?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." He swallowed and mustered a weak smile. "Please?"

She fixed her gaze on Josh's face. "You shouldn't have waited this long."

"I know."

His concession, the surrender in his voice made Donna's chest tighten, and she hunched forward. She sighed. "To the surgeon's office, then home?"

Josh fell silent for a moment. He wet his lips, meeting Donna's eyes, before he glanced beyond her, scanning her desk, the floor, the walls. His fingers tore pills of wool from her peacoat. "Yeah," he said, fast and quiet. "It's just--I waited because they were fine. They were fine, and I kept reading about the--gauze, and the blood, and the clots, and--"

"Josh," Donna said, leaning toward him, her hands curled around the edge of her desk.

"--the blood, and I thought--"

"Josh." Donna curved her fingers around Josh's forearm, squeezing gently, and watched as Josh's mouth closed, his eyes darting to her hand. She waited until he looked at her face, holding steady before she added, "It'll be fine."

"Yeah."

Donna offered him a closed-mouth smile as she reached for her coat and slipped into it. She retrieved her purse, holding its straps with one hand while she raised the other to the center of Josh's back and nudged him toward the exit, her palm breaking the tension between his shoulder blades. "CJ's going to have a blast with this," she said, her grin widening.

"Yeah, I know. I can't pretend she's not entitled," he said, his tone already lighter. "But don't tell her that."

"Of course not."

Despite a wary sideways glance, Josh returned her smile, lips quirked and cheeks dimpled, as they walked toward the doors.

Bunnies are eating my brain

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 06:05:48 GMT

I just organized all of the plot bunnies that I've cataloged as I've been watching TWW: Round Two. Separated them by character (if there's no pairing, but has a strong focus on one character), pairing, and gen (which includes all-around gen and friendship).

The result: 102 plot bunnies in 12 categories.

They're definitely not all epic, huge plot bunnies, and I probably won't get to all of them (and I'm sure I'll be struck by more, since I'm only on S4 of my re-watch), but I'm glad they're more organized so I can browse the list and choose which one I feel like writing. *grin* Maybe I'll start one tomorrow after I read half of my next LSAT book.

TWW S6

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:42:42 GMT

AWWW, FITZ'S FUNERAL. =( GAH THE PRES IS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO MAKE EVERYTHING EVEN WORSE GAH. *CROSSING FINGERS FOR A PEACEFUL SOLUTION*

Ahah. Oh boy, Josh and Colin are having some fighting words.

"I'm trying to find a way to make peace. And when I do you can go on TV and explain why you're against it."--Pres. And that's why he's awesome.

AAAWWWW, DONNA WANTED TO SEE JOSH. AWW. (Oh, hey, Josh, you look sexy in OR gear.) AWW, JOSH, TRYING TO BE ALL STRONG FOR HER. AAAWWW, DONNA'S SCARED AND JOSH IS SCARED AND AFDJSKALF AAWWW. OMG <3333 I WANT TO HUG THEM.

LOOK AT EVERYONE TRYING TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM IN THE OVAL OFFICE. WHOA, HOLY CRAP, LEO AND THE PRES ARE SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER. I REALLY DON'T LIKE LEO TRYING TO FORCE THE PRES TO ACT. YOU DON'T RUN THE SHOW, LEO! YOU ADVISE, NOT BULLY!

AWW, FL TAKING ABOUT MUNDANE THINGS. THAT'S A GOOD THING. AW.

AW, THE PHOTOGRAPHER GUY IS WARNING JOSH NOT TO TAKE DONNA FOR GRANTED, AWWW. JOSH SOMETIMES YOU'RE SUCH A MORON. AND IN MAJOR DENIAL. DONNA MIGHT HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE? NOOOOO. AND JOSH IS UPSET. COME ON, DONNA, BE OKAY.

OMG THE PALESTINIAN PEOPLE TURNED OVER THAT GUY. OMG. LEO IS ALL DEVASTED B/C THE PRESIDENT KEPT HIM OUT OF THE MEETING. EEEP. COME ON, ISRAELI GUY. COME OOOOONN. OKAY OKAY. PROGRESS. WAIT WAIT, THE PRES. IS GOING TO ATTACK ANYWAY? OMG I'M SO CONFUSED.

GOD I LOVE THIS STORYTELLING, SERIOUSLY.

Huh. Martin Sheen isn't too bad. Pretty in shape. I'm kind of impressed.

YES ISRAELI PEOPLE ARE HERE! COME ON, GUYS. PLEASE REACH AN AGREEMENT.

DONNA'S WAKING UP DONNA'S WAKING UP. AWWW. OF COURSE HE'S STILL THERE. JFSAKLFHADSJLFJADS AWW. JSKFLDASJFDASLFJAS;LDFJK <3333

6.2

JOSH IS COMING BACK? Okay, so he can't stay with Donna forever.

Aww, Josh gets a big big hug from CJ, awww. LOL DONNA THREW HIM OUT. LOL AWW. And Josh really doesn't like Donna's little photographer boyfriend. "Wanker." LOL

Poor Leo feels all left behind.

JFDSAFLASJFKD I LOVE WHEN THEY PLAY BASKETBALL. JDASFJADS;FJDASKF I LOVE IT I LOVE IT. AND TOBY YOU WIN FOR WEARING A YANKEES SHIRT. AND OMG, JOSH YOU'RE HOT WITH YOUR SNUG T-SHIRT. YOU'RE HOT, OKAY? LOOK AT ALL THE BOYS GETTING SWEATY. RAWWR. AHAHHAHA. AND THANK YOU, FL, FOR ASKING THE QUESTION THAT JOSH WAS TRYING TO ASK.

So the meeting with the woman is going far worse than the one with Toby, and Josh, and Will.

LEO! YAY! LEO IS THERE! HOPEFULLY LEO WON'T BE AN ASS AND THE PRES. WON'T BE AN ASS. THEY HAVE TO WORK OUT THEIR OWN PEACE TALKS BEFORE THEY CAN WORK OUT PEACE FOR THE DAMN WORLD. And I also love how they're all sitting around talking about something this huge, knocking back a couple beers. You know. Like a study group. LOL

Oooh, I love this scene. The mixing of the Islam and Judaism.

LOL TOBY GOING OUT AND SHOOTING WITH THE DEFENSE GUY. LMAO. AND OF COURSE TOBY FALLS OVER. LOL

OMG PROGRESS. THEY'RE MAKING PROGRESS. Okay Leo and Pres., work out your shit now. GAH, YOU GUYS STOP FIGHTING.

They're really blowing past some of this stuff, but there's a lot of shit to talk about, I guess.

EEEEEEE. TOBY AND JOSH THROWING A FOOTBALL AROUND I LOVE IT. AW, JOSH IS SENSITIVE ABOUT WWII (which I get, with Grandpa being in a death camp and all; I'd be sensitive, too, if it were me).

OH GOD. COME ON ISRAELI GUY. COME ON. YOU RUINED IT ALL. IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED--A PEACEFUL SOLUTION COULD HAVE HAPPENED. But I see the Israeli guy's point. There are lots of good points. Gah.

Aww, Josh is trying to call Donna.

Ahahahah. "Where the hell is Leo?" Poor Leo. Come on, guys. Work out your shit. WHAT? COME ON YOU GUYS. NOOOOOO. LEO'S LEAVING? NO, JOSH, DON'T LISTEN. DON'T LEAVE LEO ALONE. LEO DON'T YOU DARE HURT YOURSELF. HE'S SO DEVASTED, OMG. POOR LEO. COME ON, LEO. NO NO NO IT'S OKAY. OH, GOD, IS HE HAVING A HEART ATTACK THERE? WHOA. THIS IS CRAZY. BE OKAY, LEO, BE OKAY. <3

TAKE A WALK? OH GOD, I HOPE THEY RUN ACROSS LEO ON THIS WALK. SOMEONE NEEDS TO FIND HIM. HEH. NO, WHERE'S LEO? JFASLKBFASLJFKDAS;F GAAAAAHHHHHH NO WHAT THE HELL, SHOW? JDSKALFBHASLFJDSAFLJASD YOU ARE SO MEAN OMG. SO FUCKING MEAN. JDFSALKFHASJLFJAS THIS IS THE BEST FIGHT BETWEEN BEST FRIENDS I'VE EVER SEEN. GOD. SO GOOD. FDKASJFAS;J I MEAN, SO MEAN. YOU ARE SO MEAN, SHOW. FJDKASFASKLFJAS

6.3

ANSWER THE PHONE, LEO. ANSWER IT. OKAY, SO THEY COULDN'T REACH LEO FOR LIKE...AN HOUR. IT TAKES ABOUT AN HOUR TO GET BACK FROM CAMP DAVID BY CAR.

OH NOES. IT WAS A HEART ATTACK. DAMN IT. YOU KNOW, IF I WAS TOBY, I'D START LOOKING OUT FOR SOMETHING LIFE-THREATENING. JOSH HAS GOTTEN SHOT. PRES. GOT SHOT. ZOEY GOT ABDUCTED. CJ GOT A DEATH THREAT. LEO HAD A HEART ATTACK. SEEMS LIKE IT'S TOBY'S TURN.

AHAHAHAHA. CJ IS THE MOST BRILLIANT OF THEM ALL.

AWWW, JOSH IS MEETING DONNA AT THE AIRPORT. AAWWW. AHAHAHAHA LMAO AW, CJ WORRYING ABOUT JOSH'S HEALTH AND WHAT HE EATS. AND PROMISING TO COOK HIM DINNER IF HE CAN NOT EAT JUNK FOOD FOR A WEEK. LOL I LOVE IT.

OMG. I JUST REALIZED. HOW FUCKING AWESOME. WOW. THE FL WAS TALKING ABOUT LIVING IN A CONSTANT STATE OF STRESS AND HOW IT AFFECTS THE BODY. WHAT KICK ASS FORESHADOWING. DAMN. THAT IT JUST FANTASTIC. SHOW, YOU ARE AWESOME.

AAWW, DAMN IT. WE DIDN'T GET TO SEE THE NICE AIRPORT SCENE. WELL, FINE, THEN. BUT OMG THERE ARE JUNK FOOD GOODIES IN JOSH'S MEETING AND HE HAS TO RESIST. LOL RESIST, JOSH, RESIST THE AWESOME YUMMY SNACKS! AHAHAHAAH, AND CJ'S GOING TO SEE IT AND PASS BY THE MEETING. LOL AND THERE IT IS. LMAO. LOLOLOL

DONNA'S BACK! DONNA'S BACK! AWW, AND JOSH WANTS TO WHEEL HER AROUND, AW.

Oh, God. I hope Josh didn't just...totally ruin the peacekeeping vote. That Speaker is such an ass, OMG.

LMAO. OMG. JOSH JUST GOT RUN OVER BY DOUGHNUTS. LOLOL OH GOD, JOSH. STORMING INTO CJ'S OFFICE. DEAR LORD. LOL AHAHAHAHA. AND CJ JUST GOT JOSH PIZZA. CJ IS EVIL! EVIL!

Awwww, JOSH GAVE DONNA THE PEN THAT SIGNED THE PEACE KEEPING DOCUMENT, AWWW, AND DOESN'T WANT TO TAKE HER FOR GRANTED. JDFASDSLFJASLFJADS AWWWW.

AWWW, LEO AND THE PRES. LEO AND THE PRES. AWW, LEO KNOWS HE CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE. BUT STAY FRIENDS, OKAY. STAY FRIENDS.

"It's like a torture chamber designed by renegade Keebler elves."--Josh about all the junk food surrounding him. LOL

AAAWW, THE PRES. SEEMS ALL CHOKED UP ABOUT LEO LEAVING. OMG OMG OMG OMGOMG CJ? SERIOUSLY? CJ? LEO RECOMMENDED CJ? THAT'S SO AWESOME. JFLASKJFASKLFJSALFHDSJFJSD OMG CJ. SHE'D BE SO GREAT. JFLASFSKALJFSA GAAAAHHH. <333333

6.4

Aw, the Pres. is so confident in CJ.

The reporters are all so quiet for CJ, aw. YEAH, YOU CLAP FOR CJ.

Wow, those are lots of flowers. Holy crap, that's a lot of stuff to do.

LOL Toby, you're a bad press secretary. Terrible. Oh my God. RUN, JOSH, RUN! LOLOL AND THEN SLIDE ACROSS THE FLOOR WITH YOUR SLIPPERY FLAT SHOES.

Aw, poor CJ. Transitions to top job spots are always hard. And OMG TOBY AND JOSH ARE RESIGNING? WHAT? THEY'RE JUST PISSY ONE OF THEM DIDN'T GET THE JOB. DON'T BE DICKS, YOU GUYS. BE A TEAM PLAYER, COME ON. TOBY SAID THAT YOU DON'T LEAVE! YOU SAID IT TO WILL, TOBY! AND NOW YOU'RE A BIG HYPOCRIT. GAH. AND JOSH...WELL, YOU'RE JUST BEING A CRYBABY. GET OVER YOURSELF. Unless this is a big joke of some kind, in which case, that's really mean. YOU GUYS ARE MEAN! MEAN! YOU'RE ALL MEAN!

LOL THE GEORGIAN GUY WITH LOCKED UP BRIEFCASE. LMAO. And what the hell? Is this for real? A gift of uranium?

AHAHA. THESE INTERVIEWS FOR CJ'S JOB ARE GOING TO BE FUN. THIS FIRST GUY IS THE MOST WORDY GUY EVER. WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT?

People are walking all over CJ. =(

Back to the interviews! Whoot! LOL Ahahaha. And here we have another House clinic patient. The guy who was pretending to be mute in S1.

Aw, CJ has her fish again.

And she goes to talk to Leo. =( Aw. *hugs CJ*

Ugh, I hope that Pixie chick doesn't stay very long. Meh. Do not like her.

MR. SECRETARY, SHUT UP. Yay, CJ's finding her footing!

6.5

Josh test driving a huge, enormous truck. He's all excited. LOL "My testosterone is flying."--Josh. LOL OMG, WAY TO GO, JOSH, YOU CRASHED THE BIG-ASS TRUCK INTO THE NICE NEW PRIUS. OMG. FAIL, JOSH. FAIL!

"I don't wear jammies."--Josh. You're a liar! We saw your jammies! Your very too-big jammies.

Josh you should already know that some bloggers on the internet are evil.

Aw, PARTY FOR CHARLIE'S GRADUATION! But that means Charlie has to leave soon. =( More staff changes. Gah. EVERYBODY'S LEAVING.

Gah. Poor Toby with the Pixie Chick.

Awwww, LEO! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE LEO AGAIN. YAY! Ah, wow, so chess really is important.

YAY! TOBY DID SO MUCH BETTER!

Aw, Donna. <33 She's having a hard time. But that's no big surprise, really.

Hee! CJ's learning how to play chess! Yay!

6.6

Aw, Leo. Trying to be all strong in front of people, but struggles. =(

Eep. Tension with Josh and Donna. Donna's not happy. And Josh looks like he stuck his finger in a wall socket again. Oh God. Just MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, JOSH. LET THE POOR GIRL HANDLE HER OWN LIFE AND PERSISTENT PHOTOGRAPHER BOYFRIEND! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND ALL, BUT YOU'RE NOT SCORING POINTS HERE. YOU'RE NOT BEING PROTECTIVE. YOU'RE BEING AN ARROGANT JERK.

DONNA is doing a Dateline interview? What? Aw, she wants to help the administration. I love seeing her struggle with this.

Gah. That Gibson guy again.

Aw, Leo's nurse is cool. And brings him naan. Mmmmmm. And her kid is cute. Her traditional dress is so pretty.

Damn it. And I'm teary-eyed again. When the Pres is with the surviving soldiers. *sniffle*

6.7

Ooh, the ladies look really nice. FL and CJ. Rawr.

THE VP WANTS TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT AGAIN? SERIOUSLY? AND IS TRYING TO RECRUIT JOSH TO CAMPAIGN FOR HIM? GAAHH. NO. SAY NO, JOSH.

AW, YAY! DONNA IS WALKING ON HER OWN AND HEALED YAYAYAYAY!

...James Taylor is in this episode? LOL Okay.

YES, THIS GUY IS BACK. LOL THE SNOB! LOLOL I LOVE THIS GUY. AND HIS ACCENT. "I suppose we're in a bit of a pickle."

LOLOL MARGARET SINGING. THAT'S CLASSIC.

Aw, Donna defending Josh. She must not be too mad at him, then.

Aaannd Josh takes another snub. Kicked off the summit he worked so hard on.

I love when Leo shows up again. Didn't realize how much I missed him. RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. LOL POINT FOR LEO. Hee. I love the flag and fork balancing.

AHAHHA. OMG DID THAT GUY JUST MAKE UP THAT LAW TO GET THE FLAG BACK?

Aw, Donna doesn't know that Josh isn't going to China.

YAYAYAYAY. THE BOYS FINALLY HUG. =D When is he coming BACK? Are they planning for him to come back?

Hee. Who didn't see that coming from the credits? I saw James Taylor live, got his autograph during the concert because my friend taught me how to weasel up to the front row of this particular venue. It was kind of neat.

Cool that CJ was left out of the vP's book, though. =)

Ha. All the problems the Pres. has been having are coming out. The MS is coming to get him. That sucks. <3

6.8

Penn and Teller kind of annoy me a little bit. Huh. That's cool. I mean, maybe they didn't burn the flag. LOL I DON'T KNOW. BUT THIS WILL BE FUN.

Donna's meeting with Josh about...her? OH GOD. I BET SHE'S GOING TO LEAVE, ISN'T SHE? DJFKSAFS GAAHHHH.

AAWWW, LEO CALLED MARGARET "SWEETIE". AAWWWW.

OMG AND IT'S MONK'S THERAPIST! HIS FIRST ONE! AAWWW.

Uh oh. Pres is really starting to have trouble. *fret fret* MS is really coming for him. And it makes sense that the Pres. really wants to get stuff done before he doesn't have time for it anymore. Or before he can't.

Wow. Josh is getting offers from all corners to run presidential campaigns.

ALAN ALDA? SERIOUSLY? THAT'S AWESOME.

Gah. I'm so worried about the Pres. That would suck so much. It's like...watching your dignity disappear.

LOL The Senator is making Josh shine his own shoes. Ha. Well. We have another presidential candidate for the next election. Interesting.

Aw, man. The Pres can't even move. =( Not looking good.

6.9

AAAWWW. JOSH AND DONNA ARE SINGING MONDAY, MONDAY TOGETHER. AAAWWW. IT'S ALL SO DOMESTIC. HAVE BREAKFAST. READING THE PAPER. SINGING. AAAWWWW. <333

jfklsd;ajfkads;jfjdsakfl I HATE THE VP HATE HATE HATE HATE.

"We've begun our initial descent." "Indeed." =(

I'm starting to dislike Will a lot. He seems like such a pompous ass. Ever since he started working for the VP. Gah.

LOLOL OMG. CURTIS CARRYING THE PRESIDENT OUT OF THE PLANE. THAT'S AWESOME. HEEEE.

UM. WHAT? AN ASTEROID FLYING TOWARD THE EARTH. UUMMMM. FUN. Huh. Was that the first time we've seen Josh go into the Situation Room? That NASA kid is cracking me up.

So Josh is either brushing Donna off or knows what she's going to ask. I love when guys wear ties but don't have their top buttoned fastened. Mmm.

NOOOO. AWW. DONNA QUITS? NOOOOO. *SNIFFLE* Can't pretend I didn't see it coming, and Josh has had his head so far up his ass that he's kind of deserved this, but NOOOO.

EEEEP. PRESIDENT FALLING DOWN. And he's so frustrated. =((( Great scene, though. Wow.

Aww, Josh looking at Donna's replacement. =( He's so bothered, aww.

OMG JOSH IS GOING TO TEXAS. THAT GUY IS FROM TEXAS. THAT TALL GUY WHO KIND OF LOOKS LIKE THE ROCK. THAT GUY WHO SAID HE WAS RETIRING AND THAT JOSH LIKED. THAT'S WHO HE'S TALKING TO, ISN'T IT?

WOOT! GO PRES, FOR GETTING THE NORTH KOREA TALKS. BUT NOOOO, MORE PROBLEMS.

AHA! I KNEW IT! THAT GUY IS COOL! HE SHOULD TOTALLY SAY YES!

6.10

Who is that girl? I've seen her somewhere, too. NO, TELL JOSH YES. CHANGE YOUR MIND. YOU'RE COOL. YOU'RE LIKABLE. YOU'D BE GREAT! FJDAKSFBHADSLFJS AD GGAAAAHHH. But, there's no reason they'd go back to that guy if he wasn't going to be a major part of the story. They would have let it drop. OMG AND HE'S IN THE CREDITS OMG OMGOMG HE'S IN. HE'S GOING TO SAY YES. HE'S GOING TO SAY YYEEEESSSSSS. THEY SHOULD REALLY HOLD OFF ON PUTTING PEOPLE IN THE CREDITS TO AVOID LITTLE SPOILERS, I SWEAR. I'D BET ANYTHING HE SAYS YES.

AAHAHAHAHAH. BASKETBALL ON CJ'S DESK. AHAHAHA. LOL AND SHE MAKES A CLEAN SHOT INTO THE TRASH CAN. "I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE ATTRACTED TO YOU IN MY LIFE."--JOSH. LOLOL

LOLOL JOSH'S NEW ASSISTANT: "STEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" TO TOBY. LOL DON'T MESS WITH THE LADY, TOBY.

Aww, Josh thinks Donna left him. He's the "victim". Ahahaha. Yeah, Josh you can be an ass sometimes, but I can see both sides, okay? Oh god, that new assistant is hilarious. "You're done. Leave."

WHAT? DONNA WANTS TO WORK FOR RUSSEL? AND ALL SHE THOUGHT WAS THAT JOSH USED HER ANSWER THE PHONE? I MEAN, OKAY, HE WAS A LITTLE BIT OF AN ASS AND DIDN'T SHOW HIS APPRECIATION ENOUGH, BUT HE NEEDED HER. GAAHH. AND RUSSELL? JOSH HATES RUSSELL. HE'S GOING TO BE A BIT PISSED, NO?

IT DOES NOT SOUND RIGHT WHEN JOSH CALLS FOR HELP FROM ANYBODY BUT DONNA. MARLA DOES NOT SOUND RIGHT. LOL Though, she is pretty funny. LOL

OMG HE'S BACK. SANTOS IS BACK. OMG OM GOMGOMG HE'S IN. AND HE WANTS JOSH TO CAMPAIGN. OMG JOSH SAY YES. HE'S YOUR GUY. SAY YES. LOL SAY YEEESSSS.

LMAO. LOLOLOL I LOVE WHEN THE PIXIE SNEAKS UP ON CJ AND SCARES HER. IT'S SO FUNNY TO SEE THEM SIDE BY SIDE. LOL

Ahahahaha. Josh is escaping from the new evil secretary in Toby's office. Aw, Toby thinks Santos is a stupid idea. Of course he'd be mad at Josh for wanting to leave.

Uh oh. Josh is in the VPs office. I hope he doesn't run into Donna. Ah, he knows. Awww, he misses her. Ah, Leo's so supportive of Josh and the Santos thing. At least somebody is. Ha. So Toby sort of came around on the Santos thing, probably because exVP pissed him off.

Ha. Go CJ. Again, you rock so hard. <3

Aw, Josh is going to tell the Pres. Aww. Well, this should be fun.

GAH. THIS IS CRAZY. I LOVE THE SANTOS SPEECH COMBINED WITH THE PRES TRYING TO STAND ON HIS OWN. GAH. THIS IS KILLING ME ALREADY. SO DEVASTATING TO SEE THE PRES. DETERIORATING LIKE THIS. THAT WOULD BE SO SAD. SKJAFJSAK;JFSKDLJFS =(

6.11

Ahahaha. Getting lost in the car and fighting over the map. Hee. AHAHAH. That is one sad cardboard sign at the campaign headquarters. LOL Santos needs to work on his finesse. LOL

Oh God. Santos isn't really listening to Josh. SANTOS YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO JOSH. HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT. PLEASE LISTEN OR YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE BEFORE YOU START.

AAWWW, DONNA AND JOSH BACK IN THE SAME ROOM. AND AWKWARD LITTLE "HI"S. Aw.

This is a disaster. This campaign is hardly out of the gate and it's already a disaster. Josh is going to flip out. LOL So...he's a one issue guy? That's never good. This is pretty sucky.

LOLOL OH CRAP. SO THE OLDEST VOTER JUST DIED. WONDERFUL.

Ahahahah. Donna and Ronna. Aw, Josh thinks Donna should be with him. He misses heeeeerrrr. But, wow, Donna got mouthy. But good for her. Being strong. Not just giving in to her feelings for Josh.

Ahahahha. Josh runs when Potus is on the line. Hee. AAAWWWWW, THE PRES. JUST HELPED OUT JOSH. THAT'S AWESOME. AAWWWW.

Aw, Santos doesn't even want to stick with it for long. Damn it. Josh gave up his job and Santos doesn't understand he can't just hop into the big speeches. BUT AW NICE MOMENT. They seem to be reaching somewhat of an understanding. God, if this guy wins, it's going to be a miracle.

6.12

Leo's back? For real? LOL Everyone's going to leave before Leo's done. LOL He'll end up talking to nobody at the end. AWWW, EXACTLY ONE MORE YEAR. SAAADDDD.

Okay, Leo is too happy.

LOL Aw, Toby's using "regional colloquialisms".

Ah, Leo is wandering around not knowing what to do. What IS he doing there?

AHAHAHAH OMG, THE PRES. IS TOTALLY RIGHT ABOUT NAPS. THEY AREN'T RESTORATIVE AT ALL.

LOLOL THE FL AT THE STOCKCAR RACE. LOL NICE.

Aww, two old guys whining about their diets. Hee. Aww, yay, for Leo and his weird brand of encouragement. Oh, man, that was a great comment about the Gettysburg address. Speeches don't have to be long in order to be good.

AW. I hate it when people circle things on boards when there's NO NEED to circle it because it's THE ONLY ITEM on the board. LOL AAWWW, REAL GOALS. BRAINSTORMING.

6.13

OH, BOY. HERE WE GO. IOWA CAUCUS, BABY!

HHEEEEE. AND JOSH AND DONNA IN THE ELEVATOR. AWWWKKWAAAARDD ELEVATOR RIDE. OH GOD, GUYS, AWKWARD CONVERSATIONS ARE AWKWARD. LOL AND ACROSS THE HALL FROM EACH OTHER. NICE. HAHAHAHAH. JOSH. YOU CAN'T EVEN OPEN A DOOR WITHOUT DONNA.

LOL JOSH YOU COWARD. YOU'RE A COWARD. KNOCK ON HER DOOR. OMG. YOU MORON. YEAH, OR BE STUPID AND BACK AWAY SLOWLY. OMG, LISTEN TO DONNA AND GO SLOWLY. AWW, THAT WAS SO AWKWARD. LOL

Hmm. No scars on Donna's leg at all? Hee. She sleeps in such cute clothes. Folded over boxer shorts. Hee.

LOL What the hell are they doing? Going to visit crazy Iowans?

LMAO. Josh really does sleep with a pillow over his head. That's twice. LOL Oh, God, Josh. You're impossible. As capable as a boy who went off helpless to college for the first time. Aaannndd he leaves the toilet seat up. Of course. Guy living on his own. Of course he does that. LOL Yum, nice calves.

AHAHAHAH. THE DAKOTA THING. FROM CRACKPOT DAY. AWESOME.

Okay, so Santos has principles, great. But he's never going to get elected if he can't get anyone to like him, no matter how honest he is.

"Buddy Holly" small, about their plane. LOL Oh, Josh. It won't crash, it's okay. AHAHAHAH. SANTONS IS FLYING THE PLANE. JOSH'S FACE...LOL HE'S SO HORRIFIED. LOL

This structure is pretty good. I like it.

OH HEY. IT'S MILTON. FROM OFFICE SPACE. LOL Uh oh. Vinick going against the speech, and against ethanol. Interesting to see how that works out for him.

Ahaha. Seriously, I can't get away from House. But this is a good song, and at the least the House was good.

Aww. JOSH THOUGHT ABOUT KNOCKING ON HER DOOR AGAIN AND SHE THOUGHT ABOUT IT TOO, AWW. LOLOL I LOVE HOW HE SLEEPS WITH A PILLOW OVER HIS HEAD AND HIS HAND SHOOTS OUT FROM UNDER IT TO GET THE PHONE. LOLOL Campaigning must suck. You really have to want it.

6.14

Hahah. Funny. The last one ended with a wake up call. This one is entitled Wake Up Call.

OMG CHRISTOPHER LLOYD! AWESOME.

"Let us discuss the latest in constitutional theory. Is the separation of powers still in vogue?"--Pres to C.T. guy. LOL

Heee. I love Toby with the book. Oh God. She's going to make Toby do it? LOL That will be great. He'll looooove that.

Oh great. Brit PM decided to go on TV and blast it without evidence.

I love how everyone is the Pres's babysitter now.

YEESSS, LORD MARBURY! YAY!

"I'm afraid your Prime Minister is doing her William the Conquerer thing again."--Pres to Lord Malbory

OMG TOBY'S FACE OF DISGUST AT THE CHOCOLATE HEART. LOL

Ahahahaha. LJM reciting poetry. LOL LEO IS SO EXCITED TO SEE LJM. I LOVE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN LEO AND LJM. AND I LOVE THIS BUZZ AROUND MISS WORLD.

CJ just keeps getting more and more awesome. I love her conversation with the FL.

6.15

Well, that's a major blow for Josh's guy. Fuck. Can't be in the debate. That can't be good.

God, I really hate political ads. CHICKEN SUITS?

Ha. Amy. Amy is the person from the Hill? She is pretty good, though. That's awesome.

LOL OMG THIS CHICKEN THING IS FANTASTIC.

Campaign Guy: "I don't understand why we're not putting policy in the ad. We got great policy."
Josh: "We're trying to get free media. Great policy doesn't give goosebumps to bored, fifty-five year old segment producers."
CG: "As opposed to--"
Josh: "Chickens."
CG: "It's a complicated business."
Josh: "You have no idea."

LOLOL I LOVE WILL AND DONNA'S REACTION TO THE CHICKEN. OH GOD OH GOD. DONNA KICKING ASS, BUT DONNA LOOKING BAD ON CAMERA. YIKES.

Josh makes a fuss with his hair when he's frustrated. Squeezes it and rubs his hands through it really fast.

Of course this guy doesn't want to run. He's too ethical to be a politician. OOOHHH, THIS IS A GREAT IDEA. GOING LIVE FOR SANTOS. THIS IS GREAT. IT'S LIKE HIS OWN LITTLE DEBATE ON THE AIR. THAT'S AWESOME. OMG. THAT'S AMAZING. WOW. THAT'S AWESOME.

AAWWWW, THIS IS FANTASTIC. HE'S GETTING SO MUCH ATTENTION AND SUPPORT NOW. YAYAYAYAYYAY!

LMAO LOLOLOL OH AMY. SOMETIMES YOU'RE REALLY AWESOME. TAPING JOSH TO HIS CHAIR. LOLOLOL

6.16

Who's this woman? What's up with Toby's face? Oh dear. Hope Josh didn't have something to do with that. Heh.

"You're not going to kiss me, are you?"--Josh to Santos, who is singing in his face.

BUt, yay, for the campaign and the West Wing crew being in the same episode.

CLIFF IS BACK! HEY! He's so cute.

AND THE M&MS ARE BACK. HEEE.

Ahahahahaha. I love the 'meeting' with Josh and CJ and Leo. Yeah, Josh doesn't sound obnoxious while he's screaming his head off. LOL

WHOA. MARGARET'S PREGNANT.

Wow. Toby's really mad at Josh for leaving some work unfinished and leaving for the campaign. Yikes.

Wait, did Toby hook up with someone, or did he...get this lady in the race somehow?

LOLOL *DONNA SHOVES JOSH INTO A CLOSET* JOSH: "IS OUR RELATIONSHIP ABOUT TO CHANGE?" LOL YEAH, JOSH, YOU WISH.

Hmm. So this Rafferty guy has an inside man at the White House. Either the Pres or Toby. Or maybe it's the lady. Is Rafferty the lady? Was Rafferty's gender ever specified?

I STILL LIKE CLIFF. HEEE. He's gotten even more sarcastic than he used to be.

HA. Well, so it was Josh. Kinda easy to call there. But the way it happened was pretty fucking awesome, OMG. TOBY AND JOSH, WHO WERE LIKE THIS AWESOME DYNAMIC DUO, IN A SCREAMING MATCH. OUCH. GOD, I LOVE GOOD INTENSE FIGHTS. OH GOD OH GOD. BOYS STOP IT. IT'S ACTUALLY KIND OF SCARY NOW. AWW. POOR GUYS. TOBY DON'T CRY DON'T CRY. *HUG HUG HUG* TOBY HAS SERIOUS LOYALTY ISSUES. AW MAN THIS IS AN AWESOME SCENE. IF THERE WAS SOMETHING BIGGER THAN CAPSLOCK I'D BE TYPING IN IT. AAAWWWW, OMG TOBY. DOESN'T WANT CJ TO GO. JDFSAJFSDAL AWWWW. DAMN IT, I'M CRYING AGAIN. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD EPISODE.

Oooh, I love this style of this scene. The cameras are circling around White House people, but not candidates. That's so cool.

Awww, cute looks between Will and Kate. LOL That's adorable.

HA. I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT WAS RAFFERTY.

6.17

OMG, CLIFF YOU ARE SO HOT IN THAT SHIRT AND TIE, HOLY CRAP.

WHAT? GOD I HATE THAT SPEAKER. THAT FUCKING SPEAKER.

AWWWW, DANCING IN THE OVAL. HE'S IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD.

Aw, Cliff and Donna. <3 They're cute. Aw, no, Donna. Shrugging off Josh. =(

Wait, wait, what's going on between Santos and Cliff? *eyes them suspiciously*

Aww, Toby. Taking the kids into the Roosevelt room, probably because he saw some of himself in that kid. That was nice. Awww, Toby, you're awesome. Debating with the kids (who are really smart, by the way), and ordering pizza for them.

LOL OMG THIS PLAN IS GOING TO BE AWESOME. SPEAKER IS OUT. "ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING". LOL AWESOME. I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS. OH GOD, DONNA. LMAO. SANTOS SAT ON A SLEEPING DONNA. I'M JUST GLAD IT WASN'T THE VP. LOL I LOVE THIS SLEEPOVER PLAN SO MUCH. OMG IT MIGHT WORK.

AW, AND TOBY LET THE KID INTO THE PRESS CONFERENCE. AWWW.

OMG THIS IS SO DRAMATIC AND AWESOME OMG. I LOVE IT.

AAAAWWWW, OMG TOBY YOU BIG SOFTIE. I LOVE YOU.

AW, YAY, AND NOT SANTOS IS LOOKING MORE AND MORE AWESOME. DJFSAKFASHJLFJADSFD SYYYAAAAY! HE MIGHT ACTUALLY DO OKAY IN NH, ANYWAY. EVEN IF HE DOESN'T WIN.

6.18

No, don't be tempted to make illegal immigration your whole campaign.

Oh, great. They're broke. Now what? Whoa. Santos is willing to mortgage his house to keep running. He's come a hell of a long way.

Gah. So much is happening with this whole campaign thing and I'm so sucked in that I can't even comment. LOL JUST, IN SHORT, DONNA IS BEING VERY SMART AND AWESOME. SANTOS IS STICKING TO HIS GUNS. JOSH IS...WELL, HE SEEMS KIND OF CONFUSED BETWEEN POLING AND SANTOS' ACTIONS, BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW. AND MRS. SANTOS HATES JOSH'S GUTS. THIS IS GREAT FUN. REALLY GOOD EP SO FAR.

OMG AND I LOVE THIS ORANGE MESSAGE THING.

OMG. YES. HOYNES FUCKED HIMSELF. YEEEESSSSSSS. OMG THIS IS AWESOME. SANTOS IS SECOND. OMG THIS IS AWESOME.

RUN! RUN AWAY FROM THE REPORTERS!

And this is just the primaries. Jesus. If this guy wins and we have to see all of this again, oh god, it's going to be tiring. LOL

6.19

WHAT? LEO KNOWS SPANISH? AND WHO THE HELL IS HE TALKING TO? SOMEBODY NAMED JORGE. CASTRO? REALLY? HUH.

This senator says "pulchritude" an awful lot.

"Just thank God [Castro] didn't ask about baseball. What I think about it, knowing what he thinks about it, that could have blown the whole thing right there."--Pres. about making a deal with Castro

Looks like Miss Kate has a past she doesn't want anyone to know about that happened in the CIA.

The Florida flashback was interesting.

Not much to say, but that was a good episode. =)

6.20

Uh oh. Leo doesn't think Santos OR Russell can win the whole election. Meep.

CHARLIE, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE 'STACHE? JUST SAY NO TO THAT CATERPILLAR ON YOUR FACE, SERIOUSLY. LOOKS TERRIBLE ON YOU.

Bleh, I don't like this guy, either. The Rep. Majority Leader.

BRUNO? NO. DON'T RUN VINICK'S CAMPAIGN, BRUNO. GAH. HE'S NEVER LOST. IF HE HELPS VINICK, SANTOS DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE.

LOL THE PRES. IS TALKING TO THE CANDIDATES LIKE THEY'RE HIS BOYS. WAGGING HIS FINGER AT THEM. TELLING THEM TO PLAY NICE. LOL I LOVE IT.

OH GOOD LORD, THOSE KIND OF PEOPLE REALLY PISS ME OFF. THE ABORTION VOTERS. GAH. FJDSAFJAS;FKJLHJ GAAAHHHH. THAT TAKES UP TOO MUCH OF PLATFORMS. GAH.

LMAO. THAT'S AWESOME. THE REP. NOMINEE AND THE PRES. TAKING SPOONS TO FIVE GALLON TUBS OF ICE CREAM IN THE WHITE HOUSE KITCHEN. HEEE!

Wow. Okay, so that Rep. guy had an awesome comment there at the end about govt. vs. religion. That would impress me if I heard it.
6.21

Ahahaha. Josh bursting in on sexy times for Mr. and Mrs. Santos. LOL BUT WHOA. WE'VE GOT AN ALL OR NOTHING DEAL HERE. If Santos says yes, he'll give up the Presidency, but get second best. If he says no, he'll end up with nothing if he loses. GAH. THE DECISIONS ARE TOUGH ONES.

CHARLIE, I'M NOT KIDDING. LOSE THE 'STACHE.

"You're going to hell!"--Josh to the Rep. VP candidate on TV when he blasts the Pres. for the MS thing.

HA. DONNA LIKES SANTOS. AWWW, JOSH THINKS DONNA'S GOOD WITH ALL THE POLITICS. AND DONNA TELLS JOSH HE WAS A GOOD TEACHER. AWWW. OH CRAP. NO NO. THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU MEANT, DONNA. YOU LIAR. YOU DID NOT MEAN WILL, DONNA, NO YOU DIDN'T.

WHOA. CHARLIE'S BACK WITH ZOEY? AND GETTING SOME ACTION? WHOA NOW. AND CAUGHT BY THE PRES. WHO IS NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT. EEP.

WEAPONIZING SPACE? WHAT? THAT'S INSANE.

What the hell happened to the FL's hair?

The private meeting between the Dem. candidate representatives doesn't bode well for how smoothly the Dem convention can go. They're biting each other's heads off. LOL

AHAHAHAH. THE PRES AND CHARLIE ARE HAVING AN AWKWARD MORNING AFTER CONVERSATION. LOL AND CHARLIE KEEPS SAYING THE WRONG THING.

Aw, Santos is going to take it? But he really doesn't want to.

HE'S GOING TO SAY NO. I CAN SEE HIM FIGHTING WITH HIMSELF. HE SAID NO. AWW, AND JOSH IS PROUD. AWW.

Damn it, I don't want to like Vinick. But that was nice. LOLOLOL Leo: "Nice what he said about you." Pres: "Yeah. The bastard. He just picked up five million democratic votes."

Josh is going to get blasted. Oooh, first encounter between Josh and Toby. Aw, and Josh and Toby have nice words. I guess that's their way of apologizing. Uh oh. Leo's not happy. Josh, I love when you stand up on principle. Love it. It's so sexy.

OMG, CJ LEAKED THE SPACE STORY? GAH!

6.22

PLEASE TELL ME THE DEM. CONVENTION IS THE FINALE. AND PLEASE TELL ME THAT SANTOS GETS THE NOMINATION. COME OOOON.

Wow. Josh and Will just might kill each other. AHAHAHAH. YES, THEY PLAYED ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS TO SEE WHO WENT FIRST. LOL

OH MAN. JOSH IS GOING TO BEG HOYNES TO BE THE VP. OOH, NO HE ISN'T. JOSH IS GOOD. HE'S SO GOOD AT PLAYING THE GAME.

Ooh, doesn't look good for Russell. Baker's "thinking". Hmmmmmm.

Holy crap. That must be stressful. Trying to coordinate state delegate votes. Jesus. No wonder Josh is screaming. I don't know how he doesn't lose his voice. LOL JOSH YOU'RE SO DEDICATED.

WAIT, WAIT. BAKER IS SUDDENLY RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT NOW? WHAT? OMG, THAT'S INSANE. OMG PEOPLE ARE GOING NUTS. GAAAHHHH. IF POLITICS WERE THIS EXCITING ON TV, I'D WATCH MORE OFTEN.

"Do they always come in twos, like they just got off the Ark?"--Toby about the FBI guys who show up about the space station fiasco.

Ahahaha. Will's voice is shitty. How am I not surprised?

This episode is very home video-y.

LOLOL JOSH IS HUGGING A PHONE.

Aww, Donna doesn't want the VP to talk about the depression thing. Aw. And she's so right. And it's another thing that will make her like Santos. Maybe she'll swing.

Hmm. Maybe not, if he's actually going to step down. Gaaahhh. He seemed so awesome, though. =(

OMG, YES. OMG OMG OMG. THAT'S AWESOME. OMG, WOW. THIS IS AN AWESOME LITTLE SPEECH. FJDASKJ;DLFJDSA;FKJSAFLKHSAFDDKSAHFDSKHLFSLDKHUFSJFJDS THE GUY KICKS ASS. FJDKAJF;ASFKJDSA FSADJK OMG. YES. PRES TO THE RESCUE. HE'S GOING TO ASK LEO. FJDSKAJFD;ASFJ OMG. HE DID. HE JUST ASKED LEO. THAT WAS GREAT. SANTOS WAS AWESOME. THE PRES. WAS AWESOME. EVERYBODY WAS AWESOME.

HHHEEEEEEE! YAYAYAYAYAYYY! AWW, AND JOSH BROUGHT DONNA A BEER. HEE. WOW, THIS IS GOING TO BE INSANE. THIS RACE IS GOING TO BE BRUTAL. WHY ARE REAL POLITICS NOT THIS EXCITING? SERIOUSLY?

Meme Time

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 16:50:21 GMT

Fun meme time!

the I think it's awesome that you are/do/have meme

New WW layout

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 07:48:00 GMT

This deserved its own post. I didn't do much today, but to cheer myself up and to keep myself occupied, I put together a new layout! I didn't do all the proper crediting yet, but none of the pictures are actually mine along the top, and I combined two layouts done by thrashmetal (the "iconic" and "aperture" layouts). The FO banner is mine, though. I whipped that together so the banner could fit with the whole WW theme. Not the best graphic, but, hey, it works. =)

But, yay, so pretty! Look, look!

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Heeee! *stupid grin*

Random West Wing icon happiness

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 06:44:34 GMT

OMG, you guys, I have so many fantastic new West Wing icons. fjdkaslbfhaskfjdsa;lfjkdsafhlabsfkhds These should hold me over until I make some of my own. Yes, yes. *bounces away with glee*

Fic present for me!

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 03:34:02 GMT

Awwww! Look at what earlwyn wrote for me!

Barney/Robin HIMYM fic! Eeeee! *huggles it and draws hearts everywhere*

Calling all D.C. people

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:54:00 GMT

Washington D.C. area peeps, please check in. <3

For those of you who haven't heard: Terrible Metro accident today.

RP flail time!

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 06:46:16 GMT

OMG, SO I KNOW I HAVE SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON. MY F-LIST. MY PHOTOS OF THE DAY. WHAT HAPPENED ON THE REST OF MY WONDERFUL TRIP TO COLORADO WITH AMY. BUT THIS JUST NEEDS TO BE SAID. FJDSALFKLDKASJF

still_fits IS AWESOME. STACY'S LAST TAG MADE ME CRY. OMG, IT WAS AMAZING. I NEVER CRY OVER FIC-THINGS. I JUST DON'T. BUT I SHED SOME FAT ONES AND SNIFFLED OVER THIS TAG. JDFSKAKFALFJADSDF;AS IT WAS JUST...GUH.

SO STACY HAS BEEN MOVING IN FOR THE SECOND TIME, AND HER AND HOUSE HAVE BEEN UNPACKING AND THEY HAD A LITTLE FIGHT BUT THINGS HAVE BEEN OKAY AND MOVING ALONG. AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN HOUSE HAPPENS UPON STACY'S KEEPSAKE BOX THAT SHE KEPT FROM THE FIVE YEARS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND IS QUITE A BIT STUNNED SINCE HE THOUGHT THAT STACY HADN'T EVEN KEPT ANYTHING WHEN SHE LEFT. AND IT'S ALL INTENSE AND OMG THE THINGS HE FINDS AND WHAT STACY KEPT. FDJASLFDJASFLJASKF;ASFJSA JUST...THIS LITTLE PART OF THE THREAD. AND STACY'S RESPONSE TAG. I JUST WANT TO READ IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN. GOD, HOW IS THIS RP SO AWESOME? SORRY FOR THE CAPSLOCKY SPAM BUT I JUST COULDN'T HELP IT, I REALLY COULDN'T. I AM ALL A-FLAIL AND NOW I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP BECAUSE OMG, YOU GUYS, OMG. FJDKASLLFHADSFDHASFHLUJ

THE WHOLE MOVING IN THREAD, JUST, YOU KNOW, BECAUSE! JFDAKBFHADSLFJASFLHASJH IT'S ALSO WORTH A LOOK, BTW. THERE IS TALK OF FAVORITE MEMORIES AND OMG I LOVE THE MEMORIES. DSFHFDASFHUASKFHAS

Postcards from CO and the Southwest

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 09:33:46 GMT

As many of you probably know by now, I'm heading off very soon on some trips. I'll be going to Colorado (Denver and Pikes Peak) first. The next week, I'm off to Las Vegas and the southwest (the Grand Canyon, Red Rock Canyon, and Zion National Park). If anyone would like a postcard from any of these places, comment with your name and address, and I'll gladly send one! (Comments are screened.) Make a note if you want one from one of these places in particular; if you don't, I'll surprise you!

I feel like I haven't heard from many of you in a while. =\ I hope everyone's doing well. <3

FIC: Vantage Point

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 21:43:22 GMT

Title: Vantage Point
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: House/Foreman
Rating: PG
Summary: Sex on wheels. The definition of sleek. Parked outside his apartment.
Author's Note: For queenzulu on her birthday!. 535 words. Feedback and concrit is love. Also, for more House/Foreman drabbles and ficlets (and to contribute your own), visit Zulu's Birthday Bash Drabblerama!

"What the hell is that?" Foreman asked, his voice booming. Foreman threw his words at House, who lounged on Foreman's couch, his feet kicked up onto the coffee table. Foreman swatted at House's feet with his hat. "Get your damn feet off my coffee table."

House pointed at the TV, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. "That? I don't know. I think that one's the mom, and she's suing that guy for--"

"Not the TV! That!" Foreman pointed toward the open door. House would know what Foreman meant. He had to; there was no doubt in Foreman's mind that all of this was House's fault. A part of some ludicrous game.

"What?"

Gripping House by the wrist, Foreman towed House into the hallway and parked him in front of the window. He pointed down to the street, squinting against the glare rising off the silver roof of the car parked along the curb. "That."

That morning, Foreman had found his Lexus missing. Gone. Nowhere to be found. He'd cornered House in the kitchen and discovered that the bastard had parked illegally. Overnight. On purpose. The car had been impounded and awaited Foreman's rescue. Two hours and a wasted cab fare later, Foreman had returned without his car--the lot seemed to have no knowledge of its whereabouts. Big surprise. He'd stalked toward his building, seething, fists clenched, preparing to throttle House to a God damn pulp, but had nearly tripped over himself as he'd tried to force himself to a stop. A clean, new, gorgeous car had gleamed from the curb, practically winking in the sunlight as if it were a part of an elaborate joke. An Aston Martin. V8 Vantage. He'd taken the time to admire an ad in the last issue of Business Week, had dog-eared the page. Sex on wheels. The definition of sleek. Parked outside his fucking apartment.

"Wow. Nice wheels," House gushed and leaned against the sill, smiling as if he'd never set eyes on the car before. Foreman rolled his eyes. "Want to play Gone in 60 Seconds? You could be the car thief. I could be the brother that--"

"House."

"What?"

"You know nothing about this?" Foreman leveled a stare at House, arching an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Sometimes forcing House to fess up was like getting a confession out of a petulant three-year-old.

"I know it can go from zero to sixty in less than five seconds," House said, gazing out of the window again.

"So you're saying you don't have the keys?"

"Why would I have the keys?"

"It's my birthday," Foreman said, resenting himself for sinking so low as to spell it out for House. The words sounded ridiculous leaving his mouth. House had probably planned for this. At least anticipated it. Bastard. "You've gone through every line of my personal file. There's no way--"

"Really? Your birthday?" House shrugged, standing straight and turning back toward the apartment. "I thought it was next month."

When Foreman followed House inside, he only had to search for five minutes before he found a new set of keys inside his desk drawer.

New layout

Thu, 28 May 2009 22:50:08 GMT

I've been feeling very not-good all day, and I felt that a semi-purging of sorts was in order. I also was glad for this kind of distraction. So I redid my layout. I started using a new mood theme. I even added some awesome .gifs on the sidebar. *grins*

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HIMYM 4.24

Tue, 19 May 2009 01:44:33 GMT

OMG, BARNEY AND ROBIN! BARNEY AND ROBIN BARNEY AND ROBIN BARNEY AND ROBIN OMG OMG OMG. I LOVE THEM. SO CUTE AND SO EMOTIONALLY DSYFUNCTIONAL AND ADORABLE. FJDSAKHBFDASFJAS;LFJDSAL I NEED FIC. I NEED TO WRITE FIC. (But I'm scared of going into a new fandom and I have no idea what that fandom is even like, and I'm scared.) BUT I'M OFFICIALLY EVEN MORE HOOKED ON THIS SHOW THAN I THOUGHT I WAS OR EVER WOULD BE, AND OMG. AND THE GOAT. LMAO. I KNEW IT WAS THE GOAT AS SOON AS I SAW THE TINY BIT OF IT RUNNING BY. LOL. AND THE LEAP! ALL OF THEM LEAPING! AND BARNEY AND ROBIN! EEEEEEEEEEEE! (Silently hopes: Please let it not be like the Joey and Rachel thing. Please let it not be like the Joey and Rachel thing.) BARNEY AND ROBIN! DJALFBHADSFKJHADBSFKHDAS

LEGEN--WAIT FOR IT--DARY. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. SAJDFLSAFJASLFHSD

FIC: Common Thread

Sun, 17 May 2009 19:30:49 GMT

Title: Common Thread
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Summary: The thread that binds.
Author's Note: Requested by phinnia. 373 words.

Wilson broke the news to House on Tuesday. "I'm moving out," Wilson said, his weight shifting once from his left foot and to his right. "I'm serious. I'm done with the pranks, and the moldy dishes, and the back pain from your stupid couch. We're not in college. This isn't a"--Wilson waved his hand, hoping to draw the word out of the air--"fraternity, House."

Apparently as far as House was concerned, Wilson just effectively shattered the sacred bonds of brotherhood. House's expression hardened as he shook his head, back and forth once. "No, but maybe you'd lose the stick up your ass if it was."

Wilson narrowed his eyes. He adjusted the shoulder strap of his suitcase as he opened the door and hurried into the hallway, leaving House alone in the middle of his living room.

Before the sun rose, Wilson slipped back into the apartment. His eyes widened in the dark as he scanned the floor for a forgotten pair of shoes and a basket of clean laundry. With any luck, House hadn't--burned, disassembled, strewn them across the back alley, dyed them all fuschia, auctioned them on Ebay--disposed of them yet. Wilson quietly rounded the couch, shoulders falling with relief when he spied the basket beside the coffee table. His shoes joined a pair of House's near the end table. He reached for the shoes, but his body froze, heart instantly pounding in his throat when a loud, half-aborted snore sounded from the couch. Wilson peered at the couch to find House stretched over the cushions, asleep, half-covered with a blanket and wearing--Wilson squinted and shimmied closer to rub the fabric between his fingers--a hand-knitted sweater. A maroon hand-knitted sweater. His maroon hand-knitted sweater. His primary comfort through four Canadian winters. He'd bargained for it with leftover book money at La Foire des Marchands. Now House's fingers were curled around the hem, his chin hidden by the high collar. Wilson sighed deeply as he stood and, two minutes later, left with his shoes, but not with his laundry.

The next day, when House shoved the basket against Wilson's chest--"You forgot a pile of your crap," he said--Wilson pretended not to notice that the sweater was missing.