(in the neon sign scrolling up & down I am born again)

::twirls::

I was finally properly tagged for this meme by velvet_midnight! (I know, I could have done it any time, but it made me feel kind of warm that someone tagged me proper. I'm silly, I know!)

THE HAPPINESS MEME

Rules: For eight days you have to post something that made you happy that day. Tag eight people to do the same.

Day one

♥♥ Getting a brand new copy of Haruki Murakami's Kafka On the Shore at Borders & with all my savings, getting the price knocked down from fifteen dollars to five. ::bounces::

I don't tag people, but anyone who's eyes see this post & haven't done it yet? I AM TAGGING YOU.

♥♥♥♥

Most of my New Year's Day was spent lying about in my pyjamas & watching Two & Seven serials, then trekking down to the bookshop in the late & very foggy afternoon, both of which were most delightful ways to spend the new year!

At home, whilst watching The Invasion, which I quite enjoyed, even if the animation gave me a bit of the twitches on occasion I somehow&suddenly a) came up with a rather cracky thought for a spot of Two/Jamie/Zoe smut (& I SWORE I'D NOT SHIP HER WITH EITHER OF THEM, ZOE IS TOO AWESOME FOR THEM.) & b) don't even know how I managed not to scream every ten seconds, 'JAMIE, YOU & TWO ARE SO MARRIED & IT IS TOO CUTE TO BE LEGAL.'

Two/Jamie subtext? Piffle&poppycock! Two/Jamie is TEXT! THIS IS NOT DEBATABLE. I may need to picspam them at some point. Silly yet tough bendy little men with sneaky charm & adorable eighteenth century (o, FUCK, I hope I got that right!) Scottish boys FTFW!

(& bugger, I realised I might indeed, finally have a tiny crush on Two. BUT THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE I'D TOTALLY BE WOULD BE JUST SLIGHTLY CHARMED BY HIS FUNNY LITTLE FACE & HIS BRILLIANCE & WIT, OKAY?)

Seven reminded me just a bit of Two in Survival. Not personality-wise, but in the clothes sense, I think. MORE funny little bendy men in equally funny clothes! But I loved Survival loads & ZOMG ACE! She is MADE of badassery & I WANT MORE.

(&.um.er. Is it wrong of me that I kiiiiind of found Sylvester McCoy really rather handsome? I completely did. & like Peter Davison, he still looks gorgeous now!)

Ah, I missed the Master. ::ignores the fact that she just saw him in Logopolis:: Though he reminded me very much of a vampire in this story, but Ainley!Master has a tendency to do that. Sort of look like how I sort of imagined Bram Stoker's Dracula to look when he arrived in London. (& black velvet! Sigh! Legendary, yes.)

(this has nothing to do with the fact that I think Eight would make a nice vampire, mind you. ::hides face:: But he would, yes? All that velvet & those curls & that sensuous, soft voice of his . . . well, okay, I think he would. But he'd be a real vampire, none of this saddled-with-a-soul, non-blood drinking, no-fanged, glittery silliness! Think Zagreus, but Eight fully in control & enjoying it. & if you had any idea how fucking hard I am trying to not write that, you'd be amazed at my willpower. Someone alert me when there's another multifandom or Who-centric cliche fic challenge? THEN I'll write it.)

& incidentally, I would have been eight months old when that episode aired. Eight months. A little over the half a year mark. One higher than a number I hold a bit close to my heart. The designation of my second Doctor.

Sometimes, even though it may not seem like it, my life revolves around certain numbers or certain groupings of numbers.

It's very odd. My life is all about words, but sometimes, numbers slip under the doors when I don't realise it.

I feel like writing random, nonsensical verse-ficlet of the Two/Jamie variety & I will, actually, as soon as I get this out of my Semagic & get some cherry Coke.

I cannot have Two & Jamie living in my head. Not with Eight & Sarah! O, THE HAVOC. & POSSIBLY THE FIC. & Eight & Two are so going to fight over music. I know this.