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Things To Make You Smile [Feb. 19th, 2008|03:48 pm]
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F-list! It seems like each and every one of you has been having a tough few weeks! I know that my commenting on all your LJ's has been pathetic as of late, and I won't even get into my presence on my *own* LJ, but I have been keeping up with everyone. And it seems like everyone needs a break. I can't help with that but hopefully this post will cheer everyone up.

First of all - I have to recommend every try the LJ Markov Random Text Generator. It takes sentences from your LJ and scrambles them up and it is hysterical.

It is the best four-letter-word in the far side of the computer, surfing the web. The Australian got up and she’s kind of father he is.” “Me I wonder how she came over to that continent… “Do you really?” I blink at her, and flashes it on. Her pupils barely react at all. I thought it was no use. Cuddy was not hard to pay attention to the horizon. As he spoke he threw open the wide doors, and just leave this whole dumb hospital behind but…I can’t. “Why are you so down? You’re in a fellowship. “I can’t see.” There is nothing pulling her to the H/G kiss: Mrs. Jo shook her head as if she reads articles about working moms and how to post an image, surely you too are capable of it! I've seen variants of this post comes from the only person who could save it.” Foreman stared at him and just cuddle. CHASE: Ok, this is the only few minutes when he knows that House won’t move on. I’m growing more and more in love with her. Here, I brought pizza.” That explains the greasy smell. There is a quiet noise at the hospital is in the…storage place to start, Wilson thinks, because it’s all the same. I pad over to her chest. It smells like him, and there’s much too much polyester for them too much, they're getting healthy, independent. And that's just ugly." James Wilson married three women and Foreman.

See? Well, I thought it was funny!

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And lastly...

Finally, I'll write drabbles for anyone who requests it!

[User Picture]From: enigma731
2008-02-19 09:40 pm (UTC)

Er...what specifics do you need?
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-20 03:32 am (UTC)
Just whatever you want it to be about will be enough.

OMG YOUR ICON. Could he be any cuter?
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[User Picture]From: enigma731
2008-02-21 03:16 am (UTC)
Uhhhhh...I don't know?

Chase/Cam. And something cute. Like the icon. =p
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-21 07:39 pm (UTC)
Cameron glanced at her watch as she stepped into her car and yawned. It was three in the morning, and she had been working nonstop for over twelve hours. She had planned to leave the hospital hours ago, but there was a huge bus accident that flooded the E.R. with literally dozens of victims, and Cameron couldn't bring herself to go. But now, she smiled to herself as she imagined tucking into her nice, warm bed.

It wasn't until she had pulled out of the parking lot that she remembered that there would be someone else at her apartment tonight.

Cameron groaned. Chase's entire building was being fumigated and although he had told her, repeatedly, that any hotel would do - Cameron was aware that he wasn't making much money and insisted that he stay with her. "It's only a week. You're my boyfriend. It's not a big deal," she had said.

But now, as she struggled not to fall asleep at the wheel, she suddenly wasn't so sure. The idea of someone waiting for her at home made her feel very... committed. She wanted to be with Chase, but there were so many responsibilities that she had to fulfill to be in a relationship - devotion, respect... being someone else's... being constant...

She sighed, parked the car, and walked into her apartment building, wishing that it had an elevator. Cameron was sure that she wanted to be with Chase but as the days and months mounted without something going terribly wrong, Cameron also became sure that something would, in fact, go terribly wrong.

The things she had feared were normal, everyday things.

But she wasn't a normal, everyday person.

Cameron twisted her key in the lock and stepped inside her apartment. The television was on, but at a very low volume and Cameron noticed that although Chase was fully dressed, he had fallen asleep on her couch. He had been waiting for her.

She couldn't help smiling to herself as she padded quietly over to the closet and pulled out a blanket, which she draped over Chase. He looked so adorable and...

And he had been waiting for her.

Chase knew her well and he had no expectations of her - Cameron was filled with a sudden confidence that she could get this relationship right eventually. It would take time but... the simple knowledge that she was not the only person fighting to make this work was more than enough proof that everything could be made right.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that, but I'm not too confident in it. Did you read the LJ post I made right after this one? Please check it out and make some nominations - I would appreciate it so much!
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[User Picture]From: odysseedesreves
2008-02-20 04:18 am (UTC)
You are so sweet to try and cheer everyone up like that!

House/Cuddy drabble?

But only if you have time!
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-20 06:33 pm (UTC)
Cuddy squeezed her eyes shut and bended her pillow in half, squishing her head in the middle. She was used to creaks in the middle of the night, but the rat-a-tat-tat little pings against her bedroom window was a far cry from the dull chimes that lulled her sweetly back to sleep. Sighing, Cuddy sat up in bed and stretched; it was only five thirty in the morning and the possibility of dozing off seemed to be miles away.


Cuddy groaned and got out of bed, shivering as her bare feet touched the cold wood floor. She pulled her robe closer to her body and padded over to the window... and gasped in surprise when she saw House standing on the sidewalk.

"I was waiting for you to wake up!" he called when he saw her.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and hurried downstairs to her front door. House was already there, waiting for her.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she hissed at him. "Even for you, it's too early to be annoying."

"I was in the neighborhood," House told her. "And you're fun to annoy at any hour."

"What exactly are you doing, in the neighborhood? Wait a minute," Cuddy said as she noticed the track pants and sweaty T-shirt he was wearing. "Did you jog here?"

"It wasn't far," House responded, but it was a lie: Even driving, he and Cuddy lived about twenty-five minutes apart. Not that Cuddy had ever had enough opportunities to notice, or anything.

"I see the ketamine was the right choice." Cuddy's voice was flippant but she had never been more relieved - she had questioned her decision to administer the treatment every day since House had been shot.

"It was," House said, and was that a note of gratitude creeping into his voice? Cuddy made a mental note to get her ears checked.

"That's what I'm here about. At 5:30 in the morning. I'm here to... thank you."

"Oh," Cuddy said, taking a step back in surprise. "Well... you're welcome."

House didn't reply to her. Cuddy sighed again; she wasn't used to awkward silences between the two of them and she was desperately trying to think of something amusing, something to keep House at her doorstep for just a minute longer.

"I - I guess I'll see you at the hospital," House said finally.

"Yeah," Cuddy responded quietly. "See you then. There."

But House was already running away, and Cuddy could have watched him go forever.

Sorry, I don't think it was that good, but I hope you enjoyed it! Could you do me a favor? My story "Rocket Science" was just nominated and seconded in the House category of the dotmoon.net UFO Awards. "The UFO (Universal Fanfic Open) Awards are aimed at recognizing quality fanfiction across all the various fandoms on the internet. You can read more about the UFO Awards at http://www.dotmoon.net/awards/." Unfortunately, it was the only story nominated for the House category - there need to be more nominations for it to be eligible to win. Could you please nominate a few fics? If you have time, that would really be fabulous!
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[User Picture]From: odysseedesreves
2008-02-21 05:02 pm (UTC)
That was so cute! Thank you!

How long do we have? I will definitely try to get over there soon.
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-21 05:28 pm (UTC)
The deadline I think is Feb 29, but please try and get it done soon since I'm not sure. Thank you - I'm glad you liked it!
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From: 2546
2008-02-20 08:28 pm (UTC)
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2008-02-20 08:28 pm (UTC)
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2008-02-20 08:29 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-20 10:44 pm (UTC)
American Dreams? You make me smile! Jim/Pam will come later, here's American Dreams for you:

Meg wasn't naive, she wasn't even a virgin, but something about the wide double bed in the seedy motel room made her earlier, brave convictions falter. Chris had asked her if it was ok, if anything about this made her uncomfortable - she replied of course not, because it's so easy to be confident in the daylight. But now, in the flickering light that was made only more depressing by the pale green lampshade, Meg felt like such a... child.

She sighed, crossed her arms, and played with the frilled edge of her sleeve. Meg almost giggled as she remembered that she couldn't go to sleep without brushing her teeth, so she began rifling through her bag to find her small toiletries kit. At the noise, Chris laughed shortly and sat down at the edge of the bed, which squeaked at the sudden weight. "Let's watch something," he said as he flipped on the TV.

TV. Meg felt a wave of nostalgia crash over her as she remembered switching all the televisions to American Bandstand with Roxanne one afternoon in her father's store. It was a cliched thought, but everything was so much simpler then. Meg watched Chris get up and flip channels on the TV; he was leaning over just enough so that she could see the edge of his underwear peaking out from the top of pants. She bit back a giggle.

"What?" Chris laughed.

"Nothing. Nothing!" Meg said, feeling comfortable for the first time since she had made her decision to run away. She could do this, she decided, feeling suddenly empowered. One evening at the time - one motel at a time - one laugh, one joke at a time, and she would be fine.

The television suddenly came into focus and, to her dismay, Meg heard her father's voice fill the room.

The commercial she had helped him put together was on.

"You ok?" Chris said in a low voice.

"Fine," Meg answered quickly, tears springing to her eyes. She wiped her face sloppily with her sleeve and then crossed her arms over her chest. The ache of homesickness was choking, overwhelming, and Meg wanted nothing more than to tuck into her own single bed and argue with Patty... or hear Will run up and down the stairs... or play with Trip, or gossip with Beth, or talk to J.J.. Would her parents still have her? Would her mother still hug her? Would she return home, only to have her father kick her out of the house?

"I'm fine," Meg said again, her voice abnormally high. She wanted so badly to run home, back to Philadelphia. But her feet remained planted to the ground - all she had was Chris and his motorcycle, and California was waiting.

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From: 2546
2008-02-20 10:49 pm (UTC)
no way! that's amazing!

but one thing: isn't trip will's nickname, or am i just getting confused?

and chris was milo venti...something. what a good-looking person.
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-20 11:11 pm (UTC)
You're speedy! And I think that "Thrill" was Will's nickname, and "Trip" was J.J.'s baby's nickname because the baby was John, and J.J. was John Junior, and Jack was a nickname for John (so the baby would be the third John, like triple, like trip). But I may be wrong. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it! Writing AD fanfic - even a little drabble - made me happy. *hugs you* You're the only person I know who liked that show!

And you're right - Chris was that Milo guy. He was a hottie, LOL. I don't watch Heroes, but I pay attention to the commercials because he's topless sometimes. I'm not going to lie, I'd run away to California with him. ;)

Could you do me a favor? I just found out my fic "Rocket Science" was nominated for an award but unfortunately - it was the only story nominated in the "House" category. Since they don't have winners by default (if only! LOL) they need other nominations for my fic to be eligible. (I hope I'm making sense but in the post right above this one, everything is explained in much clearer terms.) Here's the link: http://www.dotmoon.net/awards/awards_nominees.php Just scroll up and you'll see where you can nominate fics.

And your Jim/Pam is on the way!
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[User Picture]From: dr_funbags
2008-02-21 11:02 pm (UTC)
"James Wilson married three women and Foreman"

That made me laugh entirely too hard.

Hmmm, how about a daddy!house drabble? The last time I got a chance to read fic, that's what I was trying to find ... but I got sick of reading badfic with the same, "As house gazed into his daughter's identical gorgeous pools of blue beauty, he knew his life was perfect." (*gag*)
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-22 12:06 am (UTC)
OMG I *know*!!! I love that generator! Try it with your LJ, it's the best! (And you'll probably wind up with some Flogging Molly/Bones/House/David Hasslehoff type orgy, so why not? ;)


A happy shriek bounced off the walls of the bright orange and green hallway, and a little girl with frizzy brown curls followed by a younger boy with a shock of red hair both crashed into House's leg. Beside him, Cameron smiled thinly and was able to jump out of the way to avoid being hit. Grinding his foot into the plush red carpet, House squeezed the tip of his cane just to make sure someone or something else was suffering as much as he was.

"I guess Ron and Hermione had kids just like you wanted them to," House said in a pissy tone.

Cameron laughed. "You're just angry because Malfoy and Snape and Ginny and Luna didn't get together and run away to Hot, Illegal Teacher-Student Sex Land."

"Such salty images around the kids," House muttered, glancing around the daycare center.

"Please! Daniel is in the classroom and look," Cameron said, checking on the sleeping three-year-old in the stroller that was in front of her. "Jenna's fast asleep."

"I see. So it's ok to corrupt other kids, just not our own?" House cracked his knuckles.

"Exactly." Cameron frowned as House began pacing around. "Are you nervous... about this?"

"No," House said, glaring at her. "Of course not. School is normal. Stupid, annoying, other people's kids are normal. Kindergarten teachers who probably sniff glue during recess are normal. What's to be nervous about?"

Cameron smiled at him. "Come on. Daniel's been looking forward to today all summer - and now that he's here, he's still fine with the idea of being away from us all day."

"Well, Daniel's too young to be skeptical."

"It's only for a few hours - he'll be in good hands."

"But how can you be sure--"

Cameron squeezed his arm. "We can't. You just have to... let go."

House smirked at her. "Let go? This from the woman who had to be dragged from the incubator."

"He was so small!" Cameron protested. "And I was scared and - great. Now I don't want to leave either. We're both unfit."


"It's ok. I knew what a was getting into."

House sighed and looked around. "The other parents have been gone for half an hour. We really should leave and be dysfunctional somewhere else."

Cameron nodded and slipped one hand in House's, pushing the stroller with the other. "Do you think the school will be angry if I call them every hour?"

House smiled at her. "It will be a walk in the park after I'm through with them," he promised.
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[User Picture]From: dr_funbags
2008-02-22 07:19 pm (UTC)
Awwwwww I like it!!! Thank you!!! ♥
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-02-22 07:56 pm (UTC)
Welcome! I'm glad you liked it! I know this was more parents!Cameron and House than just daddy!House, but I know that you like HouseCameron anyway - and I threw in the HP illegal foursome just to make you happy and LJ angry. ;)
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