Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
*задумчиво*
Вот Акунин тоже за "Яблоко" пишет...
Вот Акунин тоже за "Яблоко" пишет...
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
А на ГБ уже заговорили о метафорах в ещё не вышедшем рождественском эпизоде. Нет, я сейчас не о названии и Докторе-Льве)) А о читать дальше
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
I didn't cry. I didn't even want to.
It felt somehow wrong. It was neither what I wanted it to be, nor what I expected it to be, but it still could be fine. And for some reason it wasn't.
I have to write somethingto make this story as it should be.
It makes me a bad fan, I suppose.
Guys who loved it make me happy, really. I wish I could love it as much as you did. I'll keep reading your reviews and then may be my headcanon will change. I hope so.
Feelings messed up, yeah.
It felt somehow wrong. It was neither what I wanted it to be, nor what I expected it to be, but it still could be fine. And for some reason it wasn't.
I have to write something
It makes me a bad fan, I suppose.
Guys who loved it make me happy, really. I wish I could love it as much as you did. I'll keep reading your reviews and then may be my headcanon will change. I hope so.
Feelings messed up, yeah.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
D: River. [lays her down] Are you okay? Talk to me. Okay, um. [nervously checks her over] Oh, breathe, breathe come on. Gotta keep breathing. [listens for breath sounds repeatedly and hovers nervously] Uh… [listens intently and then stares at her, really close to her face] River. You are holding your breath. [River’s eyes open]
O!R: You’re a fine one to talk about holding, how many hands do you have?
D: Get up! What are you doing? Who’s shooting at you?!
O!R: Oh just a few Sontarans. Chased me halfway across the galaxy. I probably shouldn’t have asked them if they were on a hen night.
D: River you can’t DO things like that.
O!R: Or what? You already had me banged up in jail for five years, what else are you going to do? Spank me?
D: [shakes finger at her] Now that’s a-
O!R: [spots dress hanging on coat rack] Doctor. Have you brought someone else here? Does anyone agree to wear that dress? [Doctor facepalms] Where is she? [O!R walks up the staris]
D: River, think it through.
O!R: [from top landing]: This happened the last time we were here, you brought someone else.
D: No I didn’t!
O!R: Yes you did I heard you talking to her! [exits]
D: It’s the same night!
Y!R: [enters] Doctor. Were you talking to someone?
D: No, no, just me. [young River leaves, Older River enters]
O!R: Were you talking to someone?
D: No, no, dear, just me. [Older River exits. TARDIS doors open to reveal third River in green dress]
GD!R: You nostalgic idiot, you just can’t keep away. [Doctor looks panicked] Can you? Doctor? [Green dress River walks toward him touching her dress. Notices other dress hanging on the coat rack] Why have you bought another one of these? [Doctor walks down stairs to meet her] Who else is here?
D: River, could you check the light on top? I think the bulb needs changing.
GD!R: [sceptical] The bulb?
D: [nods] Mmmhmm. [Green dress River goes outside, Older River enters]
O!R: Who are you talking to?
D: You. [comes up stairs] I am talking to you. [pulls out his sonic and grabs her wrist] Back to Stormcage Doctor Song.
O!R: Oh but at least give me a lift, you know what this thing does to my hair. [Doctor Sonics her Vortex Manipulator]
D: It’s always like that. [River rolls her eyes as he presses the button and she disappears. Doctor grins and tucks his sonic away] Heh.
[Door opens and green dress River enters]
GD!R: The light’s fine, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
[Older Doctor runs in after her]
O!D: No, River, wrong TARDIS, I’m parked round back. [Younger Doctor points at him and Green Dress River gasps.] Younger version.
GD!R: Two of you. The mind races, does it not?
O!D: Come on. We’ll be late. [Younger Doctor smirks at them]
GD!R: He’s taking me to the Singing Towers of Darillium. He’s been promising for ages! [she exits, the younger Doctor’s face falls]
D: The first time we met her, at the Library, when she-
O!D: Died. Yes.
D: She said the last time she saw us was at Darillium. [pauses] Is that now?
O!D: [looks sad] Spoilers. Good luck tonight. [younger Doctor nods]
D: You too.
O!D: Yeah. [he turns to exit. Younger River enters with a handful of clothes and see him leaving]
R: There’s two of you. The mind races.
D: Right come on you, let’s go and see the stars. [takes the clothes from her]
R: But I haven’t changed!
D: And you never will, River. Never, ever.
R: What was the other you doing here?
D: Sorry. Can’t say.
R: What’s that word you use?
D: [laughs] Spoilers.
R: I like that word.
D: I thought you might.
R: Doctor, you and your secrets. You’ll be the death of me. [she brushes by him and we see the Doctor’s face, incredibly sad. He turns to follow after her.]
[end scene]
(c)
O!R: You’re a fine one to talk about holding, how many hands do you have?
D: Get up! What are you doing? Who’s shooting at you?!
O!R: Oh just a few Sontarans. Chased me halfway across the galaxy. I probably shouldn’t have asked them if they were on a hen night.
D: River you can’t DO things like that.
O!R: Or what? You already had me banged up in jail for five years, what else are you going to do? Spank me?
D: [shakes finger at her] Now that’s a-
O!R: [spots dress hanging on coat rack] Doctor. Have you brought someone else here? Does anyone agree to wear that dress? [Doctor facepalms] Where is she? [O!R walks up the staris]
D: River, think it through.
O!R: [from top landing]: This happened the last time we were here, you brought someone else.
D: No I didn’t!
O!R: Yes you did I heard you talking to her! [exits]
D: It’s the same night!
Y!R: [enters] Doctor. Were you talking to someone?
D: No, no, just me. [young River leaves, Older River enters]
O!R: Were you talking to someone?
D: No, no, dear, just me. [Older River exits. TARDIS doors open to reveal third River in green dress]
GD!R: You nostalgic idiot, you just can’t keep away. [Doctor looks panicked] Can you? Doctor? [Green dress River walks toward him touching her dress. Notices other dress hanging on the coat rack] Why have you bought another one of these? [Doctor walks down stairs to meet her] Who else is here?
D: River, could you check the light on top? I think the bulb needs changing.
GD!R: [sceptical] The bulb?
D: [nods] Mmmhmm. [Green dress River goes outside, Older River enters]
O!R: Who are you talking to?
D: You. [comes up stairs] I am talking to you. [pulls out his sonic and grabs her wrist] Back to Stormcage Doctor Song.
O!R: Oh but at least give me a lift, you know what this thing does to my hair. [Doctor Sonics her Vortex Manipulator]
D: It’s always like that. [River rolls her eyes as he presses the button and she disappears. Doctor grins and tucks his sonic away] Heh.
[Door opens and green dress River enters]
GD!R: The light’s fine, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
[Older Doctor runs in after her]
O!D: No, River, wrong TARDIS, I’m parked round back. [Younger Doctor points at him and Green Dress River gasps.] Younger version.
GD!R: Two of you. The mind races, does it not?
O!D: Come on. We’ll be late. [Younger Doctor smirks at them]
GD!R: He’s taking me to the Singing Towers of Darillium. He’s been promising for ages! [she exits, the younger Doctor’s face falls]
D: The first time we met her, at the Library, when she-
O!D: Died. Yes.
D: She said the last time she saw us was at Darillium. [pauses] Is that now?
O!D: [looks sad] Spoilers. Good luck tonight. [younger Doctor nods]
D: You too.
O!D: Yeah. [he turns to exit. Younger River enters with a handful of clothes and see him leaving]
R: There’s two of you. The mind races.
D: Right come on you, let’s go and see the stars. [takes the clothes from her]
R: But I haven’t changed!
D: And you never will, River. Never, ever.
R: What was the other you doing here?
D: Sorry. Can’t say.
R: What’s that word you use?
D: [laughs] Spoilers.
R: I like that word.
D: I thought you might.
R: Doctor, you and your secrets. You’ll be the death of me. [she brushes by him and we see the Doctor’s face, incredibly sad. He turns to follow after her.]
[end scene]
(c)
понедельник, 21 ноября 2011
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Здесь собраны все ссылки - на ютьюб и мегааплоад.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
не в обзор
Вообще, здесь должна была быть запись, прочитать которую у кого-то ещё мне было бы больно, и картинка с подписью, а то и две, которые так или иначе отражают то, что было, и то, что стало.
Но, право, зачем мне писать то, о чём мне больно думать. Сглаживать углы куда интереснее.
Вообще, здесь должна была быть запись, прочитать которую у кого-то ещё мне было бы больно, и картинка с подписью, а то и две, которые так или иначе отражают то, что было, и то, что стало.
Но, право, зачем мне писать то, о чём мне больно думать. Сглаживать углы куда интереснее.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
не в обзор
Надо написать, но слов не хватает.
Лайя, вся надежда на тебя.
Надо написать, но слов не хватает.
Лайя, вся надежда на тебя.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
R: The dress is a little daring.
D:Yup so I went for this instead.
R:Are we going out?
D:Parents are asleep. How’s Stormcage?
R:I’m on the first night of 12,000 consecutive life sentences. KIND of early to say. Where are we going?
D:Calderon Bicta. Boring, planet of the chip shops. BUT there is a four hundred foot tree growing out of the tip top in the north side of a mountain in the middle of the sea. And if you take the lift to the top and look up at exactly twelve minutes past midnight on the twenty-first of September 2360 you can see more stars in one sky than at any other moment in the history of the universe. It’s like daylight. Only magic. You could read a book by it.
R:Is it okay if I don’t?
D:We’ve got ten minutes. Get dressed.
R:Oh that’s so close to the perfect sentence.
D:Hmm. Did you bring the Diary?
R:It’s a Diary?
D:It is now. Because, River, from now on, there are Rules.
R:Oh you’ve gone all strict. Not that I mind.
D:River. You and I, it’s all in the wrong order. We never meet in sequence. You put everything in the diary so we know where we are.
R:Put what in the Diary? Sweetie, I’m in the highest-security prison in all of the known universe.
D:River Song could walk in and out of prison like the walls aren’t there.
R:I’m River Song.
D:Then you’ll be fine. If you don’t like the dress, there’s plenty more in the wardrobe. First right, second left, just past the helter-skelter. [young River leaves. Bangs heard on door. Doctor opens door to reveal older River.] River!
R:I knew you’d come back here, you nostalgic idiot. Hold me! [she faints]
D:River! River! River!
(с)
D:Yup so I went for this instead.
R:Are we going out?
D:Parents are asleep. How’s Stormcage?
R:I’m on the first night of 12,000 consecutive life sentences. KIND of early to say. Where are we going?
D:Calderon Bicta. Boring, planet of the chip shops. BUT there is a four hundred foot tree growing out of the tip top in the north side of a mountain in the middle of the sea. And if you take the lift to the top and look up at exactly twelve minutes past midnight on the twenty-first of September 2360 you can see more stars in one sky than at any other moment in the history of the universe. It’s like daylight. Only magic. You could read a book by it.
R:Is it okay if I don’t?
D:We’ve got ten minutes. Get dressed.
R:Oh that’s so close to the perfect sentence.
D:Hmm. Did you bring the Diary?
R:It’s a Diary?
D:It is now. Because, River, from now on, there are Rules.
R:Oh you’ve gone all strict. Not that I mind.
D:River. You and I, it’s all in the wrong order. We never meet in sequence. You put everything in the diary so we know where we are.
R:Put what in the Diary? Sweetie, I’m in the highest-security prison in all of the known universe.
D:River Song could walk in and out of prison like the walls aren’t there.
R:I’m River Song.
D:Then you’ll be fine. If you don’t like the dress, there’s plenty more in the wardrobe. First right, second left, just past the helter-skelter. [young River leaves. Bangs heard on door. Doctor opens door to reveal older River.] River!
R:I knew you’d come back here, you nostalgic idiot. Hold me! [she faints]
D:River! River! River!
(с)
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
не в обзор
Ну, в общем...
Кхм.
all the feelings
Я ещё не посмотрела, по большому счёту.
Поеду-ка я домой.
И пусть меня завтра удалённо распнут.
Что-то кончается, м?..
Ну, в общем...
Кхм.
all the feelings
Я ещё не посмотрела, по большому счёту.
Поеду-ка я домой.
И пусть меня завтра удалённо распнут.
Что-то кончается, м?..
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
не в обзор
А на тумблере-то уже... того. Первому загрузившему видео обещают вселенскую любовь.
purelyblissful.tumblr.com/post/13109881854
26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv0nm9wyai1qk22rco1_...
26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv0l38IxWp1qi5fcyo1_...
purelyblissful.tumblr.com/post/13109881854
theeleventhducktah.tumblr.com/post/13110087374
Я с работы, поэтому - ссылками)))
А на тумблере-то уже... того. Первому загрузившему видео обещают вселенскую любовь.
purelyblissful.tumblr.com/post/13109881854
26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv0nm9wyai1qk22rco1_...
26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv0l38IxWp1qi5fcyo1_...
purelyblissful.tumblr.com/post/13109881854
theeleventhducktah.tumblr.com/post/13110087374
Я с работы, поэтому - ссылками)))
15:29
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Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Ну и ладно.
Зато в пятницу иду на "Мельницу", а в воскресенье - в Камерный. Главное - дотянуть до пятницы
Зато в пятницу иду на "Мельницу", а в воскресенье - в Камерный. Главное - дотянуть до пятницы
00:28
Доступ к записи ограничен
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра
воскресенье, 20 ноября 2011
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
На тумблере висит, и концов не найти. У кого-то уже нарисовался двд?..
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
20.11.2011 в 15:45
Пишет litera:Ну что, опять проглотим, или?
В ближайшую пятницу Госдума утвердит во втором чтении бюджет страны на 2012–2014 годы. Этот документ предусматривает сокращение расходов на образование, здравоохранение, культуру и ЖКХ – примерно в полтора раза по доле суммарных госрасходов. Одновременно также примерно в полтора раза вырастут расходы на безопасность, правоохранительную деятельность и оборону. Такой сенсационный анализ бюджета представили вчера экономисты на круглом столе под символическим названием «Есть ли жизнь после выборов».
Читайте дальше, там интересно, с цифирками.
Оглядываясь вокруг, не вижу тех, кто был бы доволен экономическим положением и не ругал нынешнюю власть последними словами за ее антинародную внутреннюю политику. Но при этом не вижу тех, кто готов оторвать зад от лавки и массово выйти хотя бы на согласованную акцию, даже чисто экономическую, без политики. Разве только пенсионеры как самые отчаявшиеся. На что, спрашивается, люди надеются... Ворьё само не рассосётся.
URL записиВ ближайшую пятницу Госдума утвердит во втором чтении бюджет страны на 2012–2014 годы. Этот документ предусматривает сокращение расходов на образование, здравоохранение, культуру и ЖКХ – примерно в полтора раза по доле суммарных госрасходов. Одновременно также примерно в полтора раза вырастут расходы на безопасность, правоохранительную деятельность и оборону. Такой сенсационный анализ бюджета представили вчера экономисты на круглом столе под символическим названием «Есть ли жизнь после выборов».
Читайте дальше, там интересно, с цифирками.
Оглядываясь вокруг, не вижу тех, кто был бы доволен экономическим положением и не ругал нынешнюю власть последними словами за ее антинародную внутреннюю политику. Но при этом не вижу тех, кто готов оторвать зад от лавки и массово выйти хотя бы на согласованную акцию, даже чисто экономическую, без политики. Разве только пенсионеры как самые отчаявшиеся. На что, спрашивается, люди надеются... Ворьё само не рассосётся.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
суббота, 19 ноября 2011
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Девушкииии...
Смотрите, где мы...
http://doctorwho.tumblr.com/post/12985697017/happy-birthday-steven-moffat-happy-moffday
Смотрите, где мы...
http://doctorwho.tumblr.com/post/12985697017/happy-birthday-steven-moffat-happy-moffday