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Second Pushing Daisies drabble!
So I've decided that my Literary Criticism class is the most boring class in the world (and is thus, my one requirement for the term) and my time is better spent in it fantasizing about David Tennant and writing Pushing Daisies drabbles. I mean, I paid attention for some of the lecture! Well, a little of it. Okay, my ears perked up when the prof used Pride and Prejudice as an example. Otherwise I was doing my own thing.
Accomplishment the first: My homage to
goldy_dollar's awesomely hilarious post about what she would say if she and David Tennant were in an elevator together. I present:
DT: Um, sorry to bother you, but do you where the men's room is by any chance?
ME: *eyes bug out*
DT: Erm, the "bathroom"?
ME: *drops jaw*
DT: Oh, uh, yes. I am David Tennant. Are you a... fan of my work?
ME: *points* Whabaghlkntlpojbnspqteh!?
DT: Riiiiiiiight. So that's uh, no about the men's room then.
ME: *hyperventilates*
DT: Okay, well. Thanks anyway.
ME: *falls over*
DT: ...Maybe someone should call an ambulance.
Yep. That's probably about what would happen. *nods*
And accomplishment the second: A new Pushing Daisies drabble! Chuck POV. Whee! A somewhat similar theme to the last one I wrote.
Comes vaguely from my observations in the episode "Dummy" and "Pigeon" that Chuck is maybe not sleep so well since her alive-again status came to pass. Also 100 words!
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"Ned?" Chuck whispered in the dark.
There was no answer except the deep even breaths of the Piemaker.
Chuck smiled sadly and rolled unto her back, closing her eyes to try and picture him sleeping next to her. Hair drifting across his forehead, face relaxed and so close to the brush of her fingers...
Chuck eyes flew open. These thoughts were not compatible with sleep.
As silently as possible, Chuck snuck across the creaky floorboards and slipped through the door. Digby was waiting on the other side, large eyes unsurprised and seeming to hold that same assertion:
"You still can't sleep."
And that's what a undergrad Arts degree is for, thank you very much. Besides, there's no new Pushing Daises tonight, so what else am I supposed to do? ;)
Accomplishment the first: My homage to
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DT: Um, sorry to bother you, but do you where the men's room is by any chance?
ME: *eyes bug out*
DT: Erm, the "bathroom"?
ME: *drops jaw*
DT: Oh, uh, yes. I am David Tennant. Are you a... fan of my work?
ME: *points* Whabaghlkntlpojbnspqteh!?
DT: Riiiiiiiight. So that's uh, no about the men's room then.
ME: *hyperventilates*
DT: Okay, well. Thanks anyway.
ME: *falls over*
DT: ...Maybe someone should call an ambulance.
Yep. That's probably about what would happen. *nods*
And accomplishment the second: A new Pushing Daisies drabble! Chuck POV. Whee! A somewhat similar theme to the last one I wrote.
Comes vaguely from my observations in the episode "Dummy" and "Pigeon" that Chuck is maybe not sleep so well since her alive-again status came to pass. Also 100 words!
***
"Ned?" Chuck whispered in the dark.
There was no answer except the deep even breaths of the Piemaker.
Chuck smiled sadly and rolled unto her back, closing her eyes to try and picture him sleeping next to her. Hair drifting across his forehead, face relaxed and so close to the brush of her fingers...
Chuck eyes flew open. These thoughts were not compatible with sleep.
As silently as possible, Chuck snuck across the creaky floorboards and slipped through the door. Digby was waiting on the other side, large eyes unsurprised and seeming to hold that same assertion:
"You still can't sleep."
And that's what a undergrad Arts degree is for, thank you very much. Besides, there's no new Pushing Daises tonight, so what else am I supposed to do? ;)
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And who needs to pay attention in class nowadays anyway? ;-)
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And pfft - paying attention in class! HA! Most of the lectures get posted online anyway!
(...I'm a good student)
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ME: *points* Whabaghlkntlpojbnspqteh!?
AHAHAHAHA.
Okay. Now I'm imagining what would happen if we tag-teamed him:
You: *HYPERVENTILATES*
DT: *shifts*
Me: CAN I MEASURE THE LENGTH OF YOUR SIDEBURNS?
You: *hits floor*
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HA! If you said that, I really would hit the floor. HOW DID YOU GET TO BE SO AWESOME?!
It's official. Let the "Frances and Heather go to the UK to fangirl-all-over David Tennant" expedition commence. I think the world needs it to happen. ;)
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YES! *PACKS BAG*
If we run really quickly, how soon do you think we'll get there???
Also, if you pass out, there's a good chance someone will take pity on us. And you know, NOT arrest us for stalking. WOOOOOO.
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DT: Care to pass me the sugar? [we are meeting in a tim hortons?]
Me: Hey, don't I know you? Did you babysit me? No! You're the guy who dated my sister and then lit our lawn on fire right?
DT: Actually, I just have one of those faces...*tries to run*
Me: Are you sure, because I SWEAR I've seen you before.
DT: Well, I'm..um...*mumbles* y'ever seen Harry Potter?
Me: Now I got it! You're the werewolf uncle, right?
DT: No, sorry, must be off...*slinks away, crushed*
Me: Huh, he left his scarf----HOLY FLYING FUCK IT'S THE DOCTOR *runs*
P&P!!! Lizzie Bennet is another person I fangirl. I like her more than Darcy.
Thanks for giving me SOMETHING Pushing Daisies related tonight, it was very cute!
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I still need to call you. I suck. That's my only excuse. Perhaps I'll call you on the weekend while procrastinating from studying for my Syntax midterm.
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I was TOTALLY just thinking to myself that Chuck and Digby should have a thing and get along. And then they started doing it on the show ... but yeah, clearly you had this idea too. Chuck & Digby FTW.