Head over Heels

Quartier des écrivains : Top of the Charts

2009-09-05T07:57:06Z

What's the most-played song in your music library?

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Live Alone - Franz Ferdinand.

(And I should write a proper post instead of this writer's block things)

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Now playing: The Mountain Goats - Michael Myers Resplendent
via FoxyTunes

Quartier des écrivains : Worrisome

2009-09-03T07:28:52Z

What is your biggest worry right now?

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University and their stupid habit of not telling us when and where is the meeting I'm supposed to attend on the 14th.

Writer's Block: This One's on Me

2009-08-14T11:58:55Z

Has a stranger ever bought you a drink at a bar? And have you ever bought a drink for someone you didn't know?

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A friend and I made a sport out of it, when we were going out in straight Clubs ...
When drink was bought and half-drunk, the other one came "rescued" us, when it was a little bit too much, saying she needed us somwhere (preferably very far away).

Edit: But I've also got very nice people buying me drinks :-) ... And actually, that's always nice.

And I haven't. (booze is expensive, I keep my money to buy my drinks)

Writer's Block: Two Truths and a Lie

2009-08-05T18:14:25Z

Post two truths and a lie about yourself as an answer to Writer's Block. Have people guess which is the lie in the comments.

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*LJ is working again ... YAY!*

Don't know whether there's gonna be people to play or not :-) But it really sounds like fun.

1 - I once had a chat with a presidential candidate.

2 - My biology teacher in my 3rd year of middle school happened to be my mother.

3 - My first boyfriend took me to Sin City on our very "first date" and I couldn't go in because I'd left my ID at home.

fic: Ten (slightly stupid) uses for toilet paper.

2009-07-31T20:21:49Z

Title: Ten (slightly stupid) uses for toilet paper.
Author: scolastik
Beta: vicodinaddict0o
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Until 511. (not using events which happened after this one)
Disclaimer: Everything is David Shore's property, and I'm just playing ;-)

Warning: (some serious stupid humor is required) None
N/A: Written for the house_of_fanfic contest, with no intention to win at all, just playing and having fun. Thanks for the feedback I got along the way.
Prompt was Cuddy: 274. 10 uses for toilet paper.

1.

Mortifying. There was no other word to qualify that day. Not only had her baby sitter called in sick , but unfortunately, she had also found out she wasn't in shape for work either . She wouldn't try seafood again anytime soon. Especially on a first date. Now she was trapped in her bathroom, trying to explain her thirty-six month old daughter where was the toilet paper she had obviously forgotten to store correctly. And that's when House had decided to break in “worried” her boss hadn't showed up in time. He handed her toilet paper laughing heavily, trying to decide when and where it'd be best to use this.

2.

Rachel Cuddy might not have known how exactly what Christmas decorations were when she heard the sitter talking about how beautiful her neighbor's house was with all the "Kristmus lights" she was very intrigued. Her mother had to explained her they were doing "Hanukkah" "kristmus". It was all very complicated to understand for a 4-year old little girl. However hard it was though, she still wanted to have the most beautiful house there was and her mother seemed too dealing with another house (she had yet to discover whom house it was). That might explain why two days later there was toilet-paper hanging all Cuddy's living-room with "Kristnuka"written in a clumsy childish way.

3.

There wasn't much to do for a 4-year old girl in a hospital, especially when her mother wasn't a patient, but the woman who told people who were looking after the other people what to do or what not to do. When little Rachel happened to be at the hospital, because her nanny had called in sick or "whatever", her mother didn't have time to take care of her. Most of the time she was at the "nurse's station", but there really wasn't much to do. Until one day, she found something really interesting, a very long paper. Two hours later, hidden behind the big desk she heard a voice ...

"Cuddy ! I get that you're still trying to dump your kid, but I don't think getting rid of a mummy will be easier than giving up a 4-year old."

4.

Every mother on the planet would have loved to see Rachel Cuddy's smile on the face of their own child, including Cuddy ... The only time she happened to dread it was when she screamed something like:

"Mummy, Mummy come see what the old doctor had done !"

House had made it perfectly clear, he didn't want anything to do with "your little brat" as he had put it, but when it meant less clinic duty, he was always there to play. Heading towards his office, she discovered a beaming House:

"Cuddy, nice of you to come join us, as you can see, I had to build a quarantine area for your parasite, stopping her from interfering."

And here she was, standing proudly under two chairs covered with toilet paper, to make some sort of roof.

"See my castle mummy?!"

5.

When nurse Brenda came to see her about a toilet paper missing from the first floor bathroom, Cuddy thought it was some kind of joke. Nurses must have thought it would be funny to have her running around the hospital, asking every janitor about the toilet paper and where and when it had been delivered and if it had been put in its right place ... Especially when her daughter latest adventure had gotten so much publicity (from House himself).

As a matter of fact, it turned out it wasn't a joke. She should have guessed, Anna, the baby sitter, had called in sick again, and there was a kid running around.

After all her dolls really needed a bed, and toilet paper with their tiny little flowers made lovely sheets!

6.

"Cuddy ... relax, your brat could have chosen a worse obsession ... she could be collecting pictures of Serial Killers and sticking them on her walls."

"I guess I should thank you then, because you didn't tell her about Charles Manson and his cell-mate."

"Give me some credit would you? Ancient Egypt is fascinating and a wonderful way to open a child's mind."

"Yeah you would say that..."

The argument had started a few days ago when Rachel had come home asking for a new bedroom decoration with pharaoh masks.
Things have gotten a bit out of hand now that Rachel was convinced she could write like Ancient Egyptians too and was now hanging long sheets of toilet paper covered with weird symbols.

"Hum ... I guess I can adjust to missing my toilet paper stock until she switches to her new obsession with Sci Fi or Geography ..."

7.

It was almost an habit now, once again Cuddy found her toilet paper stash empty when she came back home. She had learned not to be surprised anymore... A massive amount of paper was lying in one corner of the bathroom, though. Rachel had recently started a new phase “singer-related” and she couldn't quite work out how or why she would use toilet paper to sing along Blondie (The little girl embraced all of Cuddy's guilty pleasures). Cuddy was still standing in the bathroom, when Rachel made a noisy, and somewhat dancy entrance.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look! I've got one microphone to go with each one of my T-shirts.”

She was carrying six or seven of these glittery, colorful “microphones” which also happened to be carton-board rolls … And perfectly explained the disappearance of her stock.

8.

Cuddy usually loved Mother's day. Ever since Rachel arrived in her life she was joyfyl all week long around this date, no matter how hard she to work or how much crap House decided to pull out.

She had got a pasta necklace the year before, a splendid combination of macaroni and cut linguini, goldenly beautiful. She had been really enthusiastic about it, maybe a little too much now that she thought about it, she had got ten more necklaces and two other bracelets in the following weeks.

On Mother's days, Rachel came to her bedroom in the early morning with two packages, one was square-shaped and it turned out to be a beautiful frame, same style as the first necklace (she could have spotted the cut linguini anywhere). Second one was rather strange and required an explanation …

“They didn't let us make another necklace at school and you loved it last year and there weren't any pasta at home ...”

So she had made a necklace with bits of carton-board, all coming from very recognizable rolls … She would never cease to be amazed by her daughter creativity.

No way she could wear the necklace though. Too heavy!

9.

The catastrophe happened at 8pm on a sunday night, Cuddy was sorting out some papers, and deciding what she had to bring to the hospital the day after. It materialized with a well-known scream …

“Mommy!”

Cuddy was used to it now, after all she had heard it for almost 9 years in various occasions, some of them weirder than others … As an expert she could tell that this particular tone was the “I forget my homework” tone. It was never a good one, especially when they had checked homework earlier, this meant something weird and extra-curriculum.

“We were supposed to do a papier-maché sculpture for Mrs Reynolds' class, and I'm supposed to hand it on Wednesday and it'll never dry if I don't start now, you've got newspapers?”

She didn't. She had paper, though, lots of paper and nothing said toilet paper couldn't be used to make a sculpture.

10.

Cuddy had never thought it would happen … That she came to miss crazy uses for toilet paper. Rachel had turned 18 six months before, and after the summer she was leaving for Europe in the fall, she had decided to go work In Germany and Italy, six months each to get better in both languages, and visit some places while she was at it.

The house was gonna be empty now, and she will miss the crisis, the urgent need for a special pen and the pranks …
Walking to her car, Cuddy tried to enjoy the feeling of coming home to someone, and not to think of next months.

Her car had changed colors though, it was now pinkish and wrapped in paper.

“House!” she shouted.

It was perfectly useless though, she had seen him left two hours before, still angry she wouldn't leave him perform a test on a patient. She took it back “she wouldn't miss the pranks”. Not at all!

Fic: Shoes etc.

2009-07-31T09:34:56Z

Title: Shoes etc.
Author: scolastik
Beta: vicodinaddict0o
Rating: R
Spoilers: Until 511
Disclaimer: Everything is David Shore's property, and I'm just playing ;-)

Warning: The scene which makes this fic R is the start of an agression, so just be warned
N/A: Written for the house_of_fanfic contest, with no intention to win at all, just playing and having fun. Thanks for the feedback I got along the way.
Prompt was Cuddy: Five great pairs of shoes she’s owned.

I - Blue vs. Pink (the boots)

    7 year-old Lisa Cuddy had a few ideas of her own. Like: she had hated these shoes from the second her mother had bought them. They were blue fluffy boots with butterflies on the side. She would have loved them if it hadn’t been for Shayla Garland. Lately, she had started a little gang in the playground. If you didn’t wear flashy pink boots with white daisies you couldn’t join the Daisy Club and Lisa really wanted to enter the club.
She had explained all of this to her mother, but she had said there were no more pinks and no matter what she thought or wanted she couldn’t go play in the cold without the blue ones.
    So she had worn the blue boots and hadn’t enter the club. She still had friends, she just wasn’t one of the coolest girls around.

    On one Hanukkah morning, one month later, she had found fluffy bright pink boots, exactly the kind Shayla requested to be in the club. There had been screams, laughters and she was sure she loved her boots more than any other Hanukkah presents she had ever got. She had gone back to school pretty excited, ready to become one of Shayla’s friends. She just hadn’t expected her to be such a annoying brat, especially towards her friends. Lisa dealt with it two days before ditching her brand new pink and going back to wearing the blue ones.
    She never really told her mother why the pink boots didn’t last for more than a week, she babbled something like “they’re not as cool as what I thought they would”, not ready to admit the whole truth already.

    However, thirty years later, each time she saw fluffy blue boots she remembered her own early decision that she would rather go alone and being seen as different than being treated like a piece of shit.

II - self-esteem cf. high heels

    These were only crimson-red high-heeled shoes, nothing special about them, except for the fact they weren’t hers and they looked as if someone had run the marathon wearing them.

    She had picked up her dress for prom long before June, she had just turned 16 and her mother had agreed to buy her the one she really wanted. She had spent March, browsing Fashion magazines selecting the right one and buying it. She wanted to do it before the finals. This way she got to be pretty and superficial for Prom and smart and successful in class. She was determined to prove wrong the ones who told “you can’t have it all”.
    And there she was in her bedroom getting ready to leave for the party, amazingly beautiful as some would surely say it but shoe-less. Two minutes before she had realised the ones she had planned to wear were way too small. And even though the French say “one must suffer to be beautiful”, she wasn’t ready to go down that road. She stood there for ten long minutes, blankly staring at the mirror. Nodding rapidly when her mother came to tell he, her date was waiting for her downstairs.
    She immediately spotted the problem. No wonder Lisa told herself, the woman spent her time looking for what she could improve in “this stubborn head of hers”. She did love her, very much. Though sometimes she wishes she could be satisfied the way she was. Lisa had her own high standars, she couldn’t deal with them and the ones her mother was setting up for her, especially when the later seem to drift always further away from the first.
    However, this evening she was thankful she didn’t have to explain what it was all about, and why she couldn’t possibly go downstairs like this. She left the room, and Lisa sigh, relieved, she wouldn’t have to go explain to her date why she couldn’t come tonight. She was beginning undoing her hair, one pick in her hand when her mother came back to her bedroom, carrying one used carton box. She took a crimson pair of high-heeled shoes out of it.

    “I was wearing them when I got engaged to your father... Not that I’m expecting you to marry the shiny knight waiting for you downstairs, but you could use them tonight. Be careful, though, I still fancy these shoes very much.”

    Lisa had smiled, felt like Cinderella when the shoes had proven to be just the right size, thanked her mother once again and left for the party with her impatient date.

    Everything had went well, until just before midnight. Her date was supposed to drive her home. He had just got his license and he seemed to enjoy this whole charming prince act. Lisa had been rather annoyed by it to begin with. But getting a ride home was pretty cool and why would she complain so much about a boy who seemed to care very much about her.
    The problem was, after a ten-minute drive she started wondering where he was driving to.

    “Relax! I’m taking a shorter road.”

    He had used the condescending tone, the one who was saying “You’re a woman, just let me handle these things”.

    “Yeah, right I’m pretty sure the shorter road was turning right when you turned left, five minutes ago.”

    She had tried not to sound bitchy, she just needed a good night sleep and wasn’t looking forward to getting lost in the middle of nowhere.

    “Let me handle this, would you? I know exactly where I’m driving.” He snapped back.

    From then on Lisa had kept quiet not wanting to upset him any further, he was a new driver maybe there were places he didn’t really like to go with his car.
    When he puled over five minutes later on a dark Mac Donald’s parking space though, she knew something was up and she had the feeling she wasn’t going to like it. He looked at her, a smile on his face.

    “Isn’t it better than home here?”

    He gave her a warm smile and reached for the zipper of her dress, gropping her breast in the meantime. She would have jumped back if she could but the car was small and there wasn’t enough place to back out. She had screamed though:

    “What do you think you’re doing?”

    “Come on you can’t tell me you don’t want this too, everything about you screams desire.” He answered in a hushed voice. He had moved from her back to her knees and was trying to pull up her dress. She made a strong move to free herself from his grasp, but he did not let her go.

    “Come on Lisa, if you step out of this car, we’re gonna be over, you know that, you really want to throw what we have in the garbage? It’s gonna be good, I promise, you know I will never hurt you. I love you so much Lisa.” He had used his gentle tone, the one she had trouble resist to.

    She loved him too, she just didn’t feel ready for this. But maybe she was wrong, maybe deep down she was ready. And she wouldn’t want to mess-up this ... He had told her he loved her. So she had relaxed, letting him touch her in places she hadn’t allowed anyone to go until now.

    “You see, that’s better. I knew you would love this too.”

    He took a break from her body, unfastening his jeans, and Lisa had time to think about what was happening, she had never imagined her first-time would take place in such settings and the more she thought about it, the more she realised she couldn’t possibly do it.
    So she opened the car’s door and left before his ex-boyfriend could possibly realize what had happened.

    This night she walked ten miles on her mother’s high heels, coming home exhausted to her distressed and worried mother. She never brought herself to talk about what had happened this night.

    Her mother had given her the ruined crimson shoes a few years later. She had put them away in the back of her shoes’ cupboard. Every once in a while, when she was looking for another pair or simply when she was tidying things up, she would catch a glimpse of their bright red and remember how hard it has been to fight for herself.

III - High Heels come back!

    It was after two long weeks in her new office on the first floor of one the best teaching hospital in the country that Lisa Cuddy realized she had made it. She was Dean of Medicine in a major hospital, second youngest one ever hired, first woman … She knew all of this of course, people couldn't stop repeating her how great it was. She knew it, but the realization was something else. Suddenly being aware of all the responsibilities she was now expected to take. She couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

    She always had known how to dress and act in certain types events, balancing charm and discretion to create her own successful secret cocktail. Being Dean wasn't about looking good in front of your superiors though, or potential employees it wasn't about impressing your peers. Now she was the one in charge and people she had to impress were big sharks, people with lots of money and only a handful of reasons to spend it on improving her hospital. Not only had she to impress them but she had to do it while keeping the respect of her subordinates. She knew this feeling would go away, her job was great and she would get used to the decorum included in the packag. In the meantime she would have to deal with it.

    Clearly, the job has its own special perks and it didn't take her much time to discover them. One week later she had to go to Manhattan to meet a potential donor, she was a very eccentric old lady. She was living on the Upper-East-Side, refused to go anywhere passed the Hudson. In any other situation, Cuddy would have given up on the donation but she couldn't afford to turn her back on this insane amount of money she was proposing. 2 million dollars were certainly worth a trip to New York even if it meant losing a whole Thursday afternoon. As expected the new hospital godmother proved herself to be a chatty old lady, who'd been collecting stories waiting for a public ready to listen to it, Cuddy was working very hard not to interrupt her. Half-way through Tobbie the cat's adventures though, she cleared her throat and tried to start talking about the money. Surprisingly and fortunately, it didn't take too much to convince her not to donate her money exclusively to the “sick babies doctors” because “nothing was sadder than a dying baby”. Every donation was good to take, obviously ,but in one month Cuddy had understood that Cancer battle and Babies were far more popular among her donors than any other rare diseases.

    She was finished with the meeting a lot sooner than she had expected and that left her with two whole hours of being on her own in Manhattan … She could have gone back to work but she wasn't feeling like reading the oncology report she had been meaning to comment in the next board-meeting. However, as she was leaving the old lady's apartment, her eyes were caught by a familiar logo proudly carried on some very rich looking woman's bag.

    This logo lead her straight to a very well-known boutique. Only to look had she promised herself. Then … things had gone out of hand and somehow two hours later she was back in Princeton, a brand new pair of Louboutin's high heels shoes on the front seat of her car, and significantly less money in her Hawaï holiday savings.

    These were the first obscenely expansive designer shoes she'd ever bought to herself, without thinking about it and hesitating or promising herself to come back when there would be sales …

    A few years later, she was still wearing them on some important fundraisers or particularly hard to bear hospital social events. They were her own personal lucky charm. Even with a hundred pairs at home this one was still the one she picked when she needed to emphasize her independence …

IV - Running

    It had been an exhausting day. The kind of day verifying every single word of Murphy's law. Rachel had caught a nasty cold, a few days earlier, and the baby couldn't sleep through the night, breaking Cuddy's already fragile sleep pattern. She was burning up and hurting, and Cuddy couldn't help but feel helpless at the sight of her sick baby.

    Unfortunately she couldn't allow herself to skip work. June was called “deadlines-month” at Princeton. She had to check every scholarship application, new programs were waiting to be approved and the list was going on and on and on. She also had to cope with House's absence, they were still getting a lot of last-chance diagnosis requests, and in order to justify his department budget for next year, she had to accept some of them. She had put Foreman and Chase in charge, giving them a double-head direction. In theory, Chase was the head of department (there was no way she could have given it to Foreman after the clinical trial fiasco), but every radical change in the course of treatments had to be approved by both doctors. It wasn't working so bad, if you didn't count today of course. They had started one of their childish argument over the importance of a surgery. Of course she had been caught in the middle of their so called “life-threatening crisis” leaving her no choice but to postpone the board meeting. Then she had had to deal with the cranky board members who had been forced to stay later than they had expected and had made a point of disagreeing with everything she was suggesting.

    Yes, this had been an exhausting day. That's why she wasn't particularly enthusiastic when she saw the RoadRunner package down her hall. Rachel was crying, her nanny seemed relieved to see her, glad to pass her burden along. She had hoped she would be able to try them the moment they would arrived. She hadn't expected to be so tired the day her brand new kick-ass pair of runners would be delivered to her place.

    She gave the box a long glance before turning towards her baby. There was a bath to give, and lots of attention to make her baby girl forget about her sore-throat and achy nose. Putting her exhaustion aside wasn't always easy, but when she managed to block out all the stress of her day, she really enjoyed taking care of her baby. Today though, it was difficult, Rachel was feeling bad and no matter how gentle Cuddy tried to be, the baby wouldn't stop whining. There was no point on putting her to bed, she settled for the walking-thing, she was carrying her around walking through every room, movement was the only thing calming her.

    Rachel finally fell asleep while she was going through the living room to the kitchen for the third time. A rested little smile on the baby's face. It probably wouldn't last the night but for now silence was filling her house. Still carrying her daughter, Cuddy went picking up her package. Settling down in her sofa she began wrapping him open, the brand new girly Air Max 09 were waiting for her inside.

    They were everything she had expected, pink, silver and sparkling, a true call to running. She had ordered them as a treat. These days she couldn't find time to go running , and she had thought getting some obscenely pricy sport shoes would somehow make the running happen. Sitting here, her baby carefully tucked in her arms, holding shoes in her other hand she was now realizing once again she wouldn't get her old life magically. There were new responsibilities and new rewards.

    It took her a week to find time to christen these new shoes. It was a slow night at the hospital and Wilson had come babysitting Rachel. Running in the evening light, Cuddy had appreciate every single second of her time alone. It was all about taking time for herself after all and Damn it! These shoes were the best runners she had ever wear!

V - Another set of baby-shoes

     She had bought these tiny runners a little less than three years ago. After the test had finally turned blue, she had felt happier than she had been in a long time. It was like the first time she bought a stethoscope, the same feeling of enthusiasm. Everything was suddenly possible, and though she wasn't about to reveal to the whole world (or just the hospital, her little microcosm) what was for now only a mere eventuality, she couldn't help but feeling hopeful. House was in physiotherapy after the success of the ketamine treatment, his department might get a little easier to supervise. She wasn't expecting gratitude, nor sanity. Maybe though, his bitterness would have faded away with the pain, letting her take care and love the new life which was growing inside her … Her baby boy … She had always made fun of these “knowing the gender trick” but since she had seen the plus sign on the stick, she was thinking of this tiny human being as a little boy …

    It was one on these late July days, sultry weather, she had gone out late in the afternoon to get some fresh evening air. She was wandering around Princeton street, and that's when she saw them, Minty-Ice cream in one hand, bottle of water in the other, she stopped in front of a baby shop. There, they were the cutest runners she'd ever seen. They were light green, a good old teddy bear on the side. She entered the shop and bought them, toddler-size, they didn't have anything else. Back at home she had put the shoes on top of her cupboard, first thing she'd ever buy for her baby. She could already imagine him making his first steps into the world, his tiny feet protected in these little shoes.

    Things hadn't gone the way she expected them to go, within a month there had been the miscarriage, then one last failed attempt of IVF … And the Ketamine treatment had failed, House had found himself facing ten-year in a State Prison. She hadn't got rid of the shoes, she was unable to take them out of her cupboard, so they had stayed there for almost three years, untouched, waiting.

    When Rachel entered her life Cuddy thought about giving them away, but she couldn't. She knew thinking of her baby boy as Rachel's big brother didn't really match the reality. He only had been one month old when she had lost him, but sometimes when she was feeling a little more sentimental than she normally was she loved imagining them playing together … So the shoes had stayed there for one more long year, until that day of July.

    Cuddy was tidying up her bedroom, Rachel playing on the floor carefully unfolding every piece of clothing Cuddy took out of her cupboard. That's when the box fell down, the green teddy bear shoes sliding off the now empty box. They were as cute as she remembered and she wasn't the only one to think so. Rachel immediately seized them and clumsily tried them on, a big smile on her face. She was just twenty-month old and she really loved running around the house.

    As Cuddy saw her little girl walk-running away in these tiny shoes, she knew she had been right to keep them. Even though she had always struggled to believe in anything like after-life, bigger power and fate, it was just as if her little boy had just given his little sister his old pair of shoes … A great pair of shoes …

Writer's Block: Investigations of a Female Nature

2009-07-20T11:19:50Z

Who is your favorite lady detective from movies, books, or TV?

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Fantômette ! And I don't think this has ever been translated into English.
Straight A student, athletic and big reader Françoise has also a secret identity.

When needed she becomes Fantômette and chases vilains.
She doesn't have superpowers except she's really really really clever ...

God I loved these books ! (though the serie technically stopped two years before I was born)

My favourite part of her costume? Her dagger!

Amazon thinks I'm rich and fashionable ^o)

2009-07-14T09:01:59Z

I got one of these emails by Amazon.fr, giving me ideas of what to buy ... what "they think I might be interested in"

Here:

I didn't know they were doing guides and I really wonder what's in there. Tips to get to the fanciest parties? Haute Couture addresses? Hilton reviews?
I'm apparently uncultivated because they've been around for quite a long time...

(Oh and I almost forgot, I think they proposed it to me because I looked for a French translation of the rough guide the other day.).

Fic: Things we had to say …

2009-06-19T00:10:04Z

Title: Things we had to say
Author: scolastik
Beta: None. If I don't post it right away I would never do it.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Stacy
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: House MD and its character don't belong to me. But for once the -no so great- title does.

Summary: "Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go. Knowing me, Knowing you. It's the best I can do."

N/A: Well this is dedicated to anyone feeling like crap tonight. And especially to someone who I hope would know I'm talking about her.

She couldn't recall how long she had sat on this bed. She had gone straight to it, even before going to her Hotel room's bathroom. Some people dealt with reality by becoming hyper-active, some others would just eat the content of their fridge, freezer, some will cry for hours. Her thing was doing nothing at all, letting the world go, for a little while. Metaphorically, she thought it was something like, getting the world to go on, without her, since she wasn't satisfied with it.

There had been screams. It wasn't like them, not like their usual crap. In their five years together they had really shout at one another only twice.

First time was also the night of their first date. He had said a few things about a patient suing a fellow doctor. In one sentence he had managed to make them both sound like the most stupid people on Earth, Stacy had laughed. Then he had added something about the lawyer being a bigger idiot than the two others. She happened to know him, her only bearable colleague. One word bringing another, the wine helping. They had ended up calling each other names in front of a crowded restaurant. It was the worst date she had ever had, including the one with a teeth-impaired, stuttering, boy who happened to be full of himself, back in high school. Somehow though, first impression hadn't been much of a downer given the fact she had moved in with him within the week. She smiled remembering this.

Second time was a way more bitter memory, it was the only time she had lost it after the surgery. For weeks she hadn't engaged in his angry attacks, about how wrong she had been. She had even encouraged it, thinking maybe if he got it out of his system, things will go back to more or less normal. Then there had been the Saywer's case. He knew it was special to her, he knew it, but he had kept pushing her buttons all week before. He had made her a long speech about how he was never gonna work again just before she went out of the apartment. She had forgotten her brief-case. She had notes at her office, it wouldn't have mattered, but she was upset and she had lost the case. It wasn't his fault, it was nobody's fault. Defense had a better file … But when he had attacked her about missing the beers he wanted as soon as she had been home. She hadn't been able to let things go. So she had snapped, letting her anger out. It had been nasty and she had promised herself to leave, if it ever happen again.

Maybe she was just looking for a pretext, maybe life was mocking her. That's what she had thought, when, less than a week later they have found themselves once again shouting at each other, with more bitterness, refrained cruelty even.

It has all started about what kind of music they should listen to, on their way to therapy. Wilson was almost always the one driving him. Just for this once she had been the one driving the car. And all of a sudden, they had found themselves picking up their last fight exactly where they had left it the week before. As if the week had just been a cease-fire, just a lull in the thunderstorm their life had become. It has been like one of this black and white, slow motion movie scene, Stacy was a part of the scene, she was shouting insults at him, telling him how much she resented him for what was happening between them, but she was also just a spectator. A stunned spectator contemplating the incredible violence that was now their life …

There was no need to try to remember all what they had said to one another. Truth was, looking back, she wondered how they managed not to fight like this during these five years. Which miracle had prevented them from killing one another? There was no point in trying to understand it though, it had stopped. Whatever cast or malediction it had been, it was long gone now, leaving behind two people too dazed to fight the urge to destroy one another.

She knew, as much as she wanted to, she would never be able to stop herself from answering, and she couldn't bear to contemplate their fall. Them, looking for words which would be best to describe how much they resented each other.

So she had just left. For her it was walking away to keep them from starting to hate each other. She knew he would never see this that way, but the things they had to say weren't worth killing each other.

She stood up, it was high time she came back to the world. A hotel room was as good a place as any to do this.

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Now playing: The Mountain Goats - Sometimes I Still Feel The Bruise
via FoxyTunes

Writer's Block: Grimm Question

2009-06-04T09:21:58Z

What was your favorite fairy tale as a child?

Submitted By wolfy284

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Oh this is MY question. Some of you will agree, it's better I ramble about fairy tales here than in endless conversation with you.

I've always been kinda fairy tale obsessed, obsession which didn't fade when I had to studied the "Contes de la Mère L'Oye" (Charles Perrault) in my last year of high school. I'm obsessed by them but I also find them sexist and stupid in a lot of ways. I remember writing trashy versions of some of them.

And the funny thing is, I've never really dreamt of a wedding or being a bride or anything.

My favourite one as a child?
It's really tight between "Diamonds and Toads" (Les Fées in French), and Donkeyskin (Peau d'âne in French) both by Charles Perrault.

I think I fell in love with the first one because of the magnifiscient illustration in a book I used to read at my grandparents'. I like the second one because Donkeyskin was active and did things, she wasn't just waiting for the prince to find her, she's the who "kinda seduce" him.

This is for the happy ones.
Because when I was 8 or 9 I discovered my mother's old book of fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen.

And I fell in love with "The little Match girl", this one of the saddest bedtime story I've ever read.

Anyway that will do.
But before I go back to serious things. (I'm so obsessed with fairy tales I have a full playlist about them in iTunes)

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Now playing: The Killers - A Dustland Fairytale
via FoxyTunes

Writer's Block: Multilingual

2009-05-30T23:48:22Z

How many languages do you speak?

Submitted By 40alatariel

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Well I speak French quite well (with all the it's my mother tongue thing). I speak a very broken English (I think you can tell by now).
I've got some pretty solid basis in German but never practising makes it hard to really speak it.

And after 3 years of studying Italian in High School I know practically nothing of the language xD.

Writer's Block: How Does This Apply to Real Life?

2009-04-04T08:43:13Z

What was your favorite subject in elementary or primary school? Does it have anything to do with your life now?

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I was a nerd in elementary school ... and everything was my favorite subject, except the Sport lesson (which I dreaded so much).
But I guess what I really loved was the reading part ...
And as I'm still reading nowadays I guess it has something to do with my life.

Early in high school I became obsessed with Mathematics and Physics to the point I wanted to become an Astrophysician or something like this.

Then I developped my crushes on English and History and one might say it has something to do with what I'm studying now. (Though Political Sciences can hardly be linked to anything you do in High School).

Writer's Block: Take Your Chances

2009-03-22T11:49:09Z

Do you think people deserve second chances?

Submitted By drea12301994

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I don't believe in the concept of second chances.

To explain it simply, people I love the most, got a unlimited set of chances attached to my undying love.
No matter how badly they screw up, I'll always be there for them. And for me to turn my back on them they would have to completely cease to be themselves.

Bottom line is ... there're not many of them.

For the rest of the world I don't have expectations so generally they don't need a second chance because I don't care.

And if you're talking about crimes and such things I don't think individuals can judge what society hardly can.

EDIT : Plus, I'm always the one needing second chances ...

Writer's Block: Timely Departures

2009-03-12T12:02:55Z

If you could jump in a time machine and travel back to any point in history, where would you go?

Submitted By shadowofcastiel

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1920's: Les Années Folles, as we called them in French, or for that matter Die Goldene Zwanziger.
Just before everything got screwed up and completely wrong ...
I think I would have love to be an American living in Berlin. Germany was the place to be at this time, despites the big problems due to Versailles' Treaty ...
Philosophy, Psychology, Political Science, Sociology ... Cinema, Theater everything was in German.

I think my crush on this specific point in history is somehow linked to my love for Marlene Dietrich

Rants ... (but in a political/social way)

2009-03-08T15:32:45Z

Today is the International Women's day ... Not that I'm all for the concept. Like Men have all the other days let's give one to say it's bad discriminate against someone because of gender.

But Man!

I just spent 15 minutes reading a selection of the most misogynist remarks in French medias this year. And I'm utterly amazed/revolted by this.
God knows there were women in the light this year ... Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin on an international view and some Ségolène Royal, Martine Aubry powerfight in a French point of view.
I don't agree with most of these women, some of them I hate the image they're trying to give of themselves.
But I will never accept someone saying "Go back to your oven and children and let's men do men's jobs!". To be frank I sometimes forget there is such a thing as misogyny nowadays. I'd like to be able to say to my children if I ever have some "Misogyny? Yeah that's an old concept. Nobody thinks like this anymore"

But ...

I won't translate the article who made my blood run cold: but using words such as sow, boudin (= blood sausage, but in this context ugly woman), talking about the way one woman was drag into mud while refering to a human being is not OK, it should never be ok.
I don't remenber reading an article about a man against whom the only accusations would have been his looks.

Maybe this is a French thing (as scandaloussteph suggested it last night), maybe not. But I'm just sick of it all, sick of having to fight twice as much when I want to propose my ideas than the average guy. Sick of seeing my ideas dismissed because I'm not as pretty as the girl next to me ... (who gave the same ideas, but happens to have long legs and cleavage to go with it).

To anyone who speaks French, I strongly advise you to go and read this thing. They classified the attacks by types, showing very clearly you can read articles without noticing the strong gender stereotypes they're using.

They gave the Oscar to Paris' Bishop...
Someone who dared say something like "The problem is to find educated women. The thing is not to wear a dress, it's to have a brain."
And yes there was a context to this sentence ... but even in context it's not justified ...

Oh and my favorite :
"Feminists are not only bossy women or frustrated bitch, they're also lesbians!"

So true to myself ... I'm going to ask this nice man, and what's the problem with that?

Anyway ... I apologize for this non-related to fandom post. But I just had to get this out of my system.
(and in a way, after my late conversation with lauriestein last night, I think some people in House fandom are really women haters, which is weird considering fandom is made of 99% of Female writers/fangirls/artists)

M.A.G.I.C

2009-03-08T03:43:18Z

(Title doesn't have anything to do with the ~~title~~ post => I was tired last night).

I'm playing with my computer because sleep just doesn't kicks in.
And here is the result:

These were a no-brainer ... But I had fun doing them.
Feel free to pick one, or to steal the idea if you can make them look better or have another idea.

Writer's Block: Comped

2009-03-07T09:26:16Z

What's the best compliment you've ever received?

Submitted By krizzzie

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A few years ago, one of my closest friend answered the question "Why are you friend with me?" with such a powerful answer, I cried for a little bit.
Compliments don't usualy touch, because I might be too self-loathing to take them seriously but this time I just ... I wrote down what she told me, and I think I still have the piece of paper somewhere at my parent's house ...

Anyway I love people telling me I'm smart and brilliant it's always pleasant to know some people don't take you for a dumbass. I don't give it too much credit though. I have high standards to judge myself and nowhere near meeting them ...

Anyway this one was really fun to do.

Writer's Block: Chatty

2009-03-04T14:28:12Z

Do you prefer texting or talking on the phone?

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I hate calling someone I don't know very well. I'm more comfortable texting but I do prefer the quick answer calling give you. And you're sure the person get your message.
The thing I hate is voice mail ...
Anyway I think text way more often than I call.

(ok now I'm off doing something productive)

Writer's Block: More Island Time

2009-03-03T16:44:10Z

You're packing your bag for that other desert island—the one with no electricity—what 5 books do you take with you?

Submitted By mika_uriah

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1- Les Liaisons Dangereuses, Laclos
2 - Politiques, Aristote (in case I find some other human being to start a new society)
3 - Orlando, Virginia Woolf
4 - Metamorphoses, Ovide (a lot to read and more entertaining than the Bible)
5 - La Bete Humaine, Emile Zola

I have to say: chosing only 5 is heartbreaking. I had twenty more at least.

Writer's Block: Desert Island Time

2009-03-02T08:12:59Z

You're packing your bag for that magical desert island that happens to have electricity, a TV, and a DVD player—what five DVDs do you take with you?

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- The Kid
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- Goodbye Lenine
- The Hours
- The Great Dictator

Writer's Block: AKA

2009-02-27T21:52:36Z

What's the story behind your username?

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No a real story ...

My fourth first name (Yes! I have four first names) is Scholastique (I've been given this name for my Great grandmother, she was 89 when I was born and all of my other great grandparents were dead).

Anyway all my childhood I had to explain what was this weird word on my ID, to teachers, sports animators, friends ... I didn't really like it. (I didn't like my first name at all but that's not the story).

However a few years ago I developped some kind of pride about this name (to the point I would have loved to name me Scholastique ^^'). I had been berenicia on the web for a while but I found it boring and I wanted to change. So I transformed Scholastique in scholastik and here was my new online ID.
When I suscribed to lj scholastik was already taken so I took out the h ...
And here I am :

scolastik.
(and I love it!)

Fic: Halitosis... Remember?

2009-02-27T19:37:34Z

Title: Halitosis... Remember?
Author: scolastik
Beta: vicodinaddict
Pairing: Huddy
Rating: PG-13
Genre : Humor/Romance
Spoilers: None. (I mean until Top Secret maybe xD)
Disclaimer: House MD and its character don't belong to me. And that's sad, sooo sad ....

Summary: Cuddy’s dating and House can’t leave her alone.
I guess you could say it's set in late Season 3 after the Tritter stuff.

N/A: I want to thank for vicodinaddict the bêta work and soraa for her thoughts and time she took to answer me.
There has been pessimism around the fandom lately and I haven't always beeen optimistic ... So here it is ... My love letter to the ship because I love them so much. It's some kind of old-fashioned Huddyness ... Don't get me wrong I love Season 5 for the most part ... But that's what came to my mind.

Feedback is more than welcomed ... I'm looking forward to them more than the chocolate cake I just cooked.
English is not my mother tongue ... I hope I didn't mess-up too much.
This was prompt by a line of Accidental Babies by Damien Rice and I mention Camembert, Snails and Frogs but this was written while listening to songs like The Bad Touch (Bloodhound Gang) and eating strawberry jam buns (just like cinnamon buns except you put strawberry jam instead of the cinnamon stuff).
Here ... you know everything!

Halitosis... Remember?

“I bet he’s making you brush your teeth.”

Last joker before he exited the devil’s office, House had said it sarcastically. He was sure she wouldn’t even bother to ask him what she had in mind. He had been nagging her about her new boyfriend for at least half an hour. To be honest, he himself was beginning to get bored with the predictable jokes about Jared’s unfortunate shortness. However as much as Cuddy had been relieved to see him turn around, finally going back to his patient, leaving her just enough time to finish scheduling next pediatric’s meeting before getting ready for her date, she had been more than intrigued by his last retort.

“He doesn’t have to. I’m a grown-up woman ... a grown-up and healthy woman” She added quickly.”

“You know, that’s not what I meant...”

Well-played she thought. He had been leaving and now he was turning back with an evil grin on his face. But, and she was hating her for it, she really wanted to know what he’d meant, and at the same time she was afraid she knew it well too much. He leaned toward her quietly whispering in her ear:

“What I meant was, does he know how much you like French Camenbert ?”

She automatically flushed. Being reminded of her most shameful dating experience could do that to her. Especially, when the other person involved in this memory was standing right besides her.
“House ...” She tried.

“All I’m saying is, if he only knows the Colgate-sterilized version of your mouth, he’s not gonna be around very long. Am I wrong?”

She hated him for being right, but he was, Jared was nowhere near the man she needed him to be and she was just enjoying this, knowing the relationship was doomed anyway. That didn’t mean she wanted House to be aware of that though.

“Because obviously an onion-flavored mouth is the best way to prove your long-lasting commitment to a relationship. If I was still looking for a explanation to your celibacy I’ve found it now.”

She could have sworn he had flinched while listeningto her, but he snapped out of it in an instant and quickly answered.

“I swear I can recall a time you thought onion-flavored kiss was better than annoying smurf-kiss.
It’s a pity your tastes are this bad now ...”

Saying that he had walked to the door and he finally exited the office leaving her with bittersweet memories.

It had begun on their first date. He was in Medschool she was still an Undergraduate, they had met at a party where she had drunk a few more drinks than she should have. She had given him her phone number and told him to call if he wanted to hang out ...
She would have forgotten about the whole thing if her roommate hadn’t received a “strange call from a boy who says he really wants to spend another evening with your boobs”. She had called back, of course, first calling him a jerk, then mellowed by his witty retorts she had found herself agreeing to go out with him. It was only because he had promised a French restaurant she had told herself and really not because he had a charming voice and as much as she can recall, even more charming eyes.

It could have been a nice night out, but seeing the so-called restaurant she resisted the urge to call him a jerk again.

“We’re supposed to eat here ?” she said pointing the flashing lights of a shabby snack shop.

“Yeah, why not ?”

There hadn’t been a bit of sarcasm in his voice so Lisa could only assume he was seriously thinking of eating here ...

“Well, let’s see, first reason that comes to my mind: you told me we were eating in a French Restaurant, and ...”

“I told you French food, not French restaurant, and they happen to be the place in town with the best Camembert I’ve ever tasted.”

He answered so quietly, she could swear he had no idea how much angry she was. After all if he thought she wasn’t even worth a restaurant with a waiter and a decent table, she didn’t really know why she was wasting her evening going out with him.

“Well in that case maybe I’ll let you enjoy your “Camembert” alone. I don’t see why they make a big deal out of this French things anyway. They eat frogs .”

She had no idea where the last part came from. She had just said it out of anger, as if her not appreciating French cooking habits could somehow communicate her resentment.

“Which is exactly why we’re not in a French restaurant where they also propose disgusting snails. Listen ... I get it you’re angry because you thought you would get a romantic venue and all. So ... Evening will end earlier than we thought. You’ll hate my guts for two weeks and forget about me. Big deal ! We’re both hungry, we’re just next to a place where they happen to make decent food. Could we forget the offended act and go inside eat something before I drive you home?”

She had to admit, his argument made some sense and she followed him inside the shop which funnily enough happened to be called “The Loner’s Diner”. He ordered two sandwiches, two cokes, a diet one and a regular one, waited for the teenage boy working there to finish preparing the stuff and gave her what she was supposed to eat. Annoyed he hadn’t even asked her what she wanted she asked him why he assumed she wanted diet coke. He answered her, after sighing heavily.

“Girls are either dieting or pretending they are. Both cases they take diet coke. If you don’t want it, I can have it. I’m in the wrestling team I have to watch what I eat.”

She knew it was a blatant lie but she let it slip not wanting to make things become even more tense they still have to eat a sandwich and to drive back to herself together. Maybe there was still someway to enjoy herself before the end of the evening ...

Surprisingly things got better, he was clever, saying things bluntly rather than beating around the bush, he had a nasty humor and to top it all his eyes were even more charming than what she had remembered. She found herself delaying the moment they would have to drive back to her place, ordering another sandwich, with French onions this time. She could have considered going out with him again if it hadn’t been for the previous incident.

“Why didn’t you take me to a normal restaurant?”

This wasn’t mean to be rude, curiosity on the highest level.

“Already told you ... they serve snails in French Restaurants. Wouldn’t want you eating your Crème brûlée while your neighbor ... Marcel would have been eating gastropods.”

“Don’t give me this! You’ve been honest all evening? Why lying now?”

“You’ve no way of knowing I’ve been honest before.”

She gave him a blank look.

“All right ... Exam week. I was busy studying. Yeah it does happen to me too.”

He gave her a smile.

“I forgot to call the restaurant. When I did they were full. I didn’t want to cancel the date you would have thought I was sending mix-signals or something, and I really wouldn’t have wanted you to think that. Besides I hate the formal dating thing. Why do you girls always associate the price of the meals with the quality of the evening? A date should be more about the exchange between two people and less about the setting and what’s going on in their plates. It’s either that or I’m a jerk” he finished.

She felt stupid, he had a point. She had assumed he took older girls to nice restaurants but since she was still an undergraduate he had chosen the cheapest thing.

“You were right anyway their sandwiches are good.” She said trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, well, we better get going, they close early here and I wouldn’t them to throw us out. Not good for my ego.”

They gathered their belongings and walked back to the car. The drive back to her place was quiet, neither of them wanting to initiate the discussion. They reached her dormitory, far too soon, and she was the one to talk.

“Wait!”

He turned to look at her and once again Lisa found herself madly attracted to his damn eyes. It hadn’t been the greatest date ever, far from being it to be honest. But there was something about him, about the things he had said, there was something. And maybe because of that something, she decided to kiss him. Shyly first, but they soon shared a passionate kiss. She couldn’t tell who broke it, but when she looked up she found out he was silently laughing.

“What? Is making out with me so ridiculous you can’t wait I’m out of the car to laugh at the idea?”

“No it’s not that ... it’s just ... this might have been the smelliest kiss I’ve ever shared”

She considered making a scene, but she looked at him and found herself unable to stop her own laugh. She did though, several minutes later, stating quietly before opening the car’s door.

“I hate you.”

He looked at her still laughing.

“I’ll call you?”

She smiled at him before heading to the dormitory’s door.

It was getting late, much later than she had expected. House had, once again, succeeded in making her late at one of her date. She hurried up, barely taking time to go home have a shower, make up and dress-up. She was just ready when Jared showed up to pick her up, her hair still wet and one eye missing its eye-liner.
She smiled to herself when she saw he had chosen a Swiss restaurant for them to have diner, a charming place which had just opened ...

She thought of House when she ordered her cheese fondue. She knew well enough that the twitch she would see on Jared’s face when they would kiss later on would be the beginning of the end.

Meme time ! (In French)

2009-02-22T00:34:02Z

J'ai retrouvé ça sur mon ancien disque dur ... Je l'avais fait à l'époque (y'a environ deux ans ...) Le voilà actualisé avec des chansons neuves.

Les règles sont les suivantes :

* Allumez iTunes sans sélection au préalable et pressez le mode « aléatoire ».
* Appuyez sur « suivant » à chaque nouvelle question.
* Utilisez le titre du morceau apparaissant comme réponse à la question, même si cela n’a pas de sens. Pas de triche !
* Commentez ces réponses pour expliquer comment elles se relient à vos questions.

(c'est un peu faussé étant donné que y'a pas mal de trucs que j'écoute sur CD qui sont pas dans mon itunes ... mais bon toute façon 26 chansons ... c'est peu)

1. Comment vous sentez vous aujourd’hui ?
 Run - Snow Patrol

Le seul morceau de la chanson qui correspond à mon état d'esprit c'est "All I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little head". Parce que franchement, oui j'aurais besoin d'être ailleurs que dans ma tête ...
Ah et le "To think I might not see those eyes makes it so hard not to cry résonne un peu aussi."

 2. Irez vous loin dans la vie ?
Wonka's Welcome Song - Danny Elfman

Ca c'en est une dure. En gros je fais finir dans la chocolaterie, ou alors je vais devenir un génie de mon domaine mais j'aurais aussi d'énormes problèmes relationnels ... J'ai envie de dire pas si grave ça me convient ... :D

 3. Comment vos amis vous voient ?
Mein Hund ist schwul - Die Prinzen

Ok ... Si mes potes me voient comme le chien, c'est assez inquiétant.
En gros cette chanson est complètement stupide c'est un choeur qui chante à propos d'un chien totalement débile, et ils s'excusent pour son attitude idiote.
Bref .... c'est vraiment bizarre

 4. Vous marierez-vous ?
 Test Pattern - The Thermals

still you can call this a test pattern
so you don't have to commit
so you can change any day

J'pense pas qu'on puisse qualifier ça de mariage ... Donc la réponse semble être négative. Mais apparemment j'aurais au moins une relation sérieuse. (God I hate this phrasing !)

  5. Quel est le thème musical de votre meilleur ami ? 
Evil - Interpol

La personne qui est la plus proche de ce qu'on peut appeler meilleur ami à mes yeux est loin d'être une force du mal ... Vraiment. Certains la voient ainsi par contre alors peut être que c'est justifié ?
 

6. Quelle est l’histoire de votre vie ?
 Hymn to Freedom - Oscar Peterson Trio

Je suis en perpétuelle de quête de liberté ?
Ouais peut être ... Après tout je fais toujours en sorte de ne dépendre de personne   

7. Comment sont les études supérieures ? 
Not Scared, Terrified - The Servant

C'était comme ça avant, genre on me parlait des études et je devenais folle parce que j'avais aucune idée de ce que j'allais faire, c'est plus le cas. Je sais toujours pas vraiment là où je vais atterrir, mais j'ai réussi à me faire un petit trou et je suis plus terrifiée ...
But now suddenly I feel I’m gonna’ be ok => Bah voilà ...

  8. Comment prenez vous de l’avant dans la vie ? 
Only You - Joshua Radin

Apparemment je prends de l'avant quand quelqu'un est là pour m'attirer ... Du genre quand je suis amoureuse. Ca veut dire que le reste du temps je fais du sur place ? Bah vu l'état de ma vie amoureuse, c'est grave ..

.  9. Quel est la meilleure chose au sujet de vos amis ?
 Supersonic - Oasis

On va prendre la première phrase de la chanson I need to be myself. Mes amis me permettent d'être moi même quand je suis avec eux ... Pas le courage de faire une étude plus approfondie ... Mais rien que ça c'est une bonne nouvelle. (je sais pas si c'est vrai par contre)  

10. Qu’il y a-t-il en magasin ce week-end?
 Vision of Division - The Strokes

Etant donné que ce week end m'a déjà donné : une gueule de bois énorme, une énorme et plutôt accablante découverte, un film que j'ai apprécié ...
Cette chanson parle d'une relation amoureuse qui a perdu sa magie (si tant est qu'elle est jamais eue). Si j'étais en couple je m'inquiéterais xD

  11. Pour décrire vos grands-parents ?
 Bling (Confession of a King) - The Killers

La phrase sur la survie sonne un peu ironiquement à mes oreilles ...

Higher and higher,
We're gonna take it,
Down to the wire,
We're gonna make it,
Out of the fire,
Higher and higher.

Ca par contre ça leur va à tous ... Ce sont des combattants ...  

12. Comment va votre vie ? 
Butterflies and Hurricanes - Muse

Je suis à un carrefour apparemment ... Je peux changer ma vie, changer le monde
Bref faire quelque chose de grand ...

ou pas ?  

13. Quelle chanson pour votre enterrement ?
 In Pieces - Linkin Park

En morceaux ... Oui ça se tient, les gens seront effondrés ...
Non sérieusement je veux pas d'enterrement. (mais vraiment pas quoi)
Et les gens seront "alone with all their secrets and regrets" donc si vous avez un truc à me dire ...
 

14. Comment le monde vous voit ?
 You May Be Right - Billy Joel

Folle, Lunatique ...
Mais au final je dois peut-être être ce que le monde recherche.
C'est Billy Joel qui le dit hein ...  

15. Aurez vous une vie heureuse ?
 Fillip - Muse

Cette chanson m'a toujours paru heureuse ... Donc j'ai envie de dire : oui !  

16. Qu’est-ce que vos amis pensent vraiment de vous ? 
Martian Eyes - t.A.T.u

La chanson est en Russe, j'ai du aller chercher une traduction ... Ca parle de quelqu'un qui a du mal à rentrer en contact avec le monde et qui au final s'en coupe.
Et la fin de la chanson donne Maybe my place is on the moon But I'm scared to remain in the dark C'est pas complètement idiot en un sens ...
S'ils me voient vraiment comme ça, y'a du vrai. (mais pas que ^^)

 17. Est-ce que certains ont secrètement envie de vous ?
 Barely Legal - The Strokes

Apparemment I wanna steal your innocence (...) Those strange manners I love 'em so
I just want to misbehave, I just want to be your slave. ...
Mais j'ai pris les passages avantageux donc hein xD  

18. Comment puis-je me rendre heureuse ?
 Meadows of Heaven - Nightwish

Wildhoney and dew, Childhood games, Woods and lakes, Streams of silver, Toys of olden days. Ca, ca me va ... ça veut juste dire que je suis une grande nostalgique ...
Mais sinon si je dois attendre les prairies du paradis ça risque d'être long ... étant donné que je suis agnostique.  

19. Que devrais-je faire de ma vie ? 
The Saints are Coming - (reprise par) U2 & Green Day

Version ayant eu pour but de lever des fonds pour la Nouvelle Orléans (j'aime mieux celle des Skids mais bon). Peut être que je dois aller là bas alors ?  

20. Aurez vous des enfants ?
 Mamma Mia - Abba

Je sais pas si je vais en avoir, mais si j'en ai ... ça sera une catastrophe. Et c'est bien ma vision des choses pour le moment xD  

21. Un strip-tease sur quelle chanson ?
 Just my Imagination - The Cranberries

C'est parfait ... pour un strip tease de ma part ... ce qu'il vous faut c'est votre imagination.
Parce que ça n'ar ... ri ... ve .. .ra pas 

22. Que pense votre mère de vous ? 
What a Friend we have in Jesus - (chantée par) Arheta Franklin

Bon bah si ma mère croit encore que je peux être sauvée par mon amitié avec Jésus ... Qu'est ce que j'y peux moi ?

  23. Quel est votre profond et sombre secret ?
 She's Got Issues - The Offsprings

J'écoute plus du tout the Offsprings, mais il me reste quelques chansons sur le DD ...
Et là franchement je peux qu'approuver.
La première fois qu'on me rencontre on dirait pas. Mais je suis juste un paquet de problèmes, tellement emmêlés, que c'est pas la peine d'essayer de m'aider xD
Mon passage préféré pour le fun You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone but I wish you wouldn't call me daddy when we're gettin' it on
LMAO  

24. Quel est le thème musical de votre ennemi mortel ? 
Crazy in Love - Snow Patrol

Ouais je pense que j'ai pas beaucoup à m'inquiéter, fin il me semble s'il est fou amoureux il aura pas le temps de s'occuper de moi.

 25. Votre personnalité ressemble à quoi ?
 Seul et Célibataire - Les Fatals Picards

No comment xD

 26. Quelle chanson pour votre mariage ?
 Mon père était tellement de gauche - Les Fatals Picards

Euuuuh, ouais. T'façon je vais pas me marier alors.

MDR, la prochaine question aurait eu le droit à Special Needs ... spécial c'est le cas de le dire.

Tout le monde a ses cadavres ...

2009-02-21T16:56:26Z

... La difficulté c'est juste de trouver dans quels placards ils sont cachés.
J'en avais parlé il y a quelques temps.
Voici donc la fic dont je suis la moins fière, elle a été écrite pour un challenge dont la règle principale était de faire un OOC le plus manifestement possible sur un thème de Draco/Hermione. J'ai gagné la deuxième place du challenge ^^, mais ça ne la valait pas.

Pourquoi je le publie ? Parce que je suis folle j'imagine.

Titre : Sereines et mélodieuses divagations
Auteur : scolastik
Disclaimers : Je ne possède pas Harry Potter, je laisse ça à JKR. Je ne possède pas non plus la chanson de Jeanne Mas
Spoilers : Jusqu'au tome 7.
Genre : Crack-Fic
Rating : NC-17
Avertissement : Attitude OOC majeure, mais c'était le principe de la chose.
Résumé : 60 ans plus tard ...

« A la renverse je suis tombée,
Il aurait pu m'assassiner,
M'étrangler dans sa fièvre, mais moi
Je cède à ses colères.
Dans ce désert je me suis perdue. »

Le tourne-disque lançait les premières notes d’une vieille chanson française. Ambiance année 80, parfaitement déplacée au milieu des années 2050. Et pourtant, cuir, domination, amour violent… Hermione jeta un œil à cet objet parfaitement incongru qui lui semblait plus que déplacé au milieu de l’appartement de son amie. A la réflexion, elle n’était pas sûre qu’amie soit le terme le mieux adapté, ordonne-t-on à une amie d’abandonner ses enfants durant le réveillon de Noël, dans le simple but de satisfaire son petit plaisir personnel ? Sans doute pas. Un rictus se forma sur les lèvres de cette vieille dame qu’elle était devenue. Le simple fait d’imaginer la réaction des membres de la famille d’Alice lorsqu’elle leur avait annoncé qu’elle ne se joindrait pas à eux « for Christmas » lui procurait une sensation de jouissance presque trop agréable. Ils étaient tellement … petits bourgeois.
Elle se trouvait juste : diabolique. Et le pire, (ou le meilleur), c’était que personne n’aurait pu soupçonner la mamie gâteau dont elle avait l’apparence d’être une telle maîtresse-femme, ou maîtresse tout court rit-elle à nouveau.

« Sauvez-moi, quand il me soulève, qu'il me tend la main,
Ma voix se dérègle.
Sauvez-moi, ses yeux me désarment, quand il me retient,
Quand ses bras m'encerclent si fort,
Quand son corps me colle et ses pardons me rendent folle. »

Ce refrain venait de lui donner une idée, elle devait juste attendre qu’Alice sorte de la salle de bain, cela marcherait, elle était si … obéissante. Ce n’était même plus grisant, c’était presque trop prévisible, il faudrait qu’elle songe à trouver une autre … victime, non ce n’était pas le bon terme, esclave consentant aurait été mieux adapté, ou alors victime expiatoire.
Peu importe, Alice était enfin là, greltotante dans son peignoir ivoire, mais pourtant, tellement … belle. Hermione n’était pas sentimentale, mais elle devait l’admettre sa petite gourmandise du moment était splendide. Trêve de romantisme inutile, se murmura-t-elle.

« Dis moi ce n’est pas courant ce genre d’objet actuellement, susurra-elle en désignant la platine, surtout chez une jeune femme de ton âge, d’où vient-il ? »

Alice rougit, ses yeux s’embuèrent, apparemment la vielle dame venait encore de toucher juste, Hermione posa ses yeux pénétrants sur la fragile naïade.

« Alors, j’attends, d’où vient-il ? »

- Euh, je l’avais acheté, euh, parce que, on m’avaitoffertcedisqueetc’étaitlaseulefaçondepouvoirledire, répondit Alice, qui alors ressemblait à une petite fille prise en faute.

- Comment, je n’ai pas très bien compris ? » Tout en disant cela, la redoutable grand-mère s’était avancée vers celle qu’elle interrogeait effleurant sa poitrine du bout de ses ongles.

« On m’avait offert ce disque, et je voulais pouvoir l’écouter.

- Oh mais voilà qui ressemble bien à une histoire d’amour, une histoire d’amour, contrariée, et si j’en juge par l’attitude que tu adoptes à l’instant, je pourrais jurer que je ne me trompe pas. Mais, tu m’avais bien dit que le ridicule petit écervelé qui te sert de mari avait été ton seul partenaire sexuel. Et il est trop inculte pour connaître quelque chose à la scène française des années 80 … Alors ? »

Cette fois ci, Alice ne semblait pas disposer à répondre, elle adoptait même une moue renfrognée, sa « maîtresse » l’avait vexée, cependant lorsqu’elle eu rencontré le regard courroucé de cette dernière, elle se ravisa et chuchota, presque contre son gré :
« Mon responsable de stage, avant que je n’épouse Edouard, j’ai un peu travaillé au ministère de la magie ... »

Cette fois-ci, Hermione reteint un glapissement de surprise :

« Quoi Draco Malfoy, ce petit idiot, traître à son sang, père de famille modèle, ce même Draco Malfoy a eu une aventure avec toi ? »

Horriblement gênée, écarlate, la jeune femme n’eu d’autre solution que d’avouer :

« Pas une aventure, il ne voulait pas manquer de respect à sa femme, mais … il m’a offert ce disque … en souvenir de nos baisers enflammés échangés lors d’un voyage à l’étranger, pour le ministère bien sûr. »

A l’écoute de cela, un sourire énigmatique était apparu sur les lèvres d’Hermione, voilà qui changeait ses plans, mais, si tout se passait comme elle le désirait, elle allait passer un excellent moment en cette soirée de Noël. Elle fit alors apparaître une tenue plus que légère qu’elle lança à sa « petite protégée », puis lui ordonna brusquement :

« Enfile ça, et mets l’un de mes manteaux de fourrure par-dessus, nous sortons… »

L’ingénue n’eut d’autre choix que d’accepter et quelques instants plus tard elles se retrouvèrent devant un immense manoir, la demeure familiale des Malfoy. Hermione demanda alors à Alice d’aller s’installer dans l’une des voitures stationnées dans l’allée, elle ne devait pas s’inquiéter, elle avait tout prévu, la voiture était déverrouillée, elle n’avait qu’à enlever le manteau de fourrure, l’étendre sur la banquette, s’installer dessus, et attendre.

Quelques instants plus tard, Hermione se faisait ouvrir la demeure Malfoy, usant de sa persuasion légendaire, elle se retrouva donc devant un tableau qui lui sembla juste … affreux. Draco Malfoy, en vieillard croulant et gâteux, entourés de ses petits enfants, dans une parfaite reproduction d’un repas de famille idéal. Il lui sembla pourtant qu’en le voyant, quelque chose se passait au fond d’elle. Elle se ressaisit cependant, si la petite avait dit vrai, avec ce qu’elle lui réservait dans la voiture, elle pourrait bientôt envoyer voler en éclat ce charmant tableau… Elle n’eut aucun mal à persuader Draco de la suivre dehors, il était exact qu’elle avait toujours eu un don pour les sortilèges informulés surtout les sortilèges interdits, personne ne résistait à son imperium…

Une fois dehors, elle conduisit Draco à la voiture, et avec un sourire mutin lui indiqua qu’un chauffeur l’emmènerait au ministère de la magie dès qu’il aurait refermé la portière, le transplanage, à son âge ce n’était plus très indiqué, et la poudre de cheminette ou le balai avec le froid qu’il faisait, cela ne serait pas raisonnable. De plus il fallait qu’il soit très bien apprêté, le ministre avait besoin de son aide pour un dossier épineux. Pour le reste, elle faisait confiance au charme de la petite, elle lui avait bien fait la leçon, « il ne fallait pas laisser irréalisé un désir, quel qu’il soit … »

Alors qu’elle s’éloignait, elle entendit quelques notes, l’un d’eux dans un geste enfiévré avait dû déclencher la radio :
« Toute première fois
Toute, toute première fois
Toute, toute, première fois, toute, toute première fois. »

En entendant cela Hermione fit volte face, ouvrit brusquement la portière de la voiture, envoya l’intruse rejoindre ses enfants et leur réveillon idiot, et pris sa place entre les bras de Draco, avança ses lèvres vers celles de celui qui allait devenir son amant, ferma les yeux et :

« Toute première fois ».
Ils avaient toute la nuit pour s’aimer…

I'm sooo unromantic ...

2009-02-20T15:16:00Z

Not being able to sleep is a good thing (SOMETIMES)

It allows you to :
- have a relatively normal social life
- have relatively good university results
- write awkward texts
- follow too many TV-shows ...

Anyway here is this week's TV recap ... by me and me only. Don't expect big long reviews (I'm not good at them), it's just my feelings although Grey's might get something big ...

BEWARE SPOILERS FOR THIS WEEK'S EPISODES

We had something like a bad patch House and me lately. (yeah it's like in a couple, yeah I'm crazy xD)
But do I need to say it?

Unfaithful put the damn show where it belongs. Meaning : in the loving part of my brain.
I write something about why 512, 513, and 514 hadn't been that great ...

In 515 you couldn't find the things I blamed, and the Huddy was subtle but so enjoyable, heartbreaking but beautiful.
In a way I'm sometimes asking me why something like TV can provoke such a thing in me ...
You know I'm a literary kind of girl, meaning for a long time books were the only way creation could move me ... I was a poesy snob somehow, then I discovered music, then I've learned (and I'm still learning) to appreciate things regardless where they come from.

And Television is something I never thought could move me in such a way.

Two more things about the Episode :

Do I need to profess my love for Lisa E. one more time ?
If yes : consider it done.

And ... and ... Kutner and Taub made my day
The Shovel metaphor was very inappropriate and magical.

Puzzlement : The L Word

Season 1 was interesting
Season 2 was my favorite
Season 3 was uselessly heartbreaking
Season 4 was crazy (except for the Tasha-Alice development)
Season 5 was predictable with a few great scenes and a lot of disappointing moments (Alice is a lesbian ? since when !!!)
Season is ...

Boring ? Bette and Tina. I'm just fed up with them
Gross ? Jenny-Shane ... I give them a chance I really did, but seriously WTF !?!
Surprising ? Happy to see Tasha and Alice are still together
Sad ? Max and Tom ... I was really really sad

Stunning ? Gold star to Rachel Shelley who won my heart in the last scene which aired.

About last episode : the whole test thing was stupid (IMO), Dilan is actually making me feel sorry for her, Nikki too.
I hurt for Shane (Jenny is just no right for you baby)
And Alice and Tasha seem to have a really weird thing going on

Just seen a video with Eicca Toppinen which made me laugh, if you're a Apocalyptica fan here it is.

I won't say anything about HIMYM ... the episode left me cold ... (didn't buy it at all)
Without a Trace was good, but not really good, good.

OMFG was my first reaction to the episode ... : Damages

I really don't feel the need to check out promos or spoilers for Damages which means I didn't have any idea what was waiting me.
And Thank God for that ...
Because once again Glenn Close fuckin' rock my world

The thing I love the most about Patty's character is that I can't decide whether she has a master-plan, whether she knows what's going on or she's truly unaware of things like Ellen's betrayal, and doesn't know at all where she's going...
The only thing my ill-treated brain was able to come up with was that Ellen seemed to regret ratting Patty out.

I hope she'll feel guilty when she realise she caused two more death

And Speaking about that ...

OMG ...
What a scene !
This last scene tore my heart in two left me truly shocked

I didn't think Uncle Pete was going to betray Patty, I just couldn't imagine going this far.
This was just too much and I really want to know what could have happened in the past ... Was he there when she lost the baby, this sort of thing.
And how will Patty reacts to her most loyal relative/man's death.

Amazing show ...

Sorrow, Disappointment and false hope

I enjoyed the first seasons of Grey's Anatomy.
I was hooked by the Show though I was watching it in French ... which doesn't happen this often. (I've said I'm a snob remember ?)

But I really was ... appreciating it.

To be exact, my feelings about Grey's Anatomy can be summed up with their use of Snow Patrol songs

At First it was brilliant.
So Brilliant I still watch some scenes and I'm feeling like it expresses my feelings (i.e. Make this Go On Forever)

But now ... this is just too much.
When I heard the first notes of The Planets Bend Between Us I didn't think "this is brilliant" I thought and here we are 4 minutes of sugar coated Grey's Anatomy ...

So ... what ?
I thought the whole Derek-Addison battle didn't sound right.

Christina and Hunt ... it's just pathetic ... I mean he is not even able to have a normal conversation with her and he wants to stay with her forever ? Yeah Right

The Derek - Mark battle ... yeah that makes people watch the show but other than that ? interesting ? IC ?

Bailey's curly hair ? Ok why not ? I don't care

Arizona-Callie ? I love she's calling her Calliope

Izzie ? Kill her already or let her live but just not this stupid things and games about her health.

The Highlights : Meredith and Alex
Loved their fight by proxy

And here comes the big explanation for my entry's title ...
The best moment to propose to her was at the end of the episode ...

When they were drinking Tequila.
I'm not big of this kind of thing proposals and stuff but I could have appreciated it.

So why do I keep watching it ?
Because sometimes sometimes there're good things in this show ...
and when I watch it I thought about some of my friends.

Don't have many things to say about Private Practice.

For me it was some kind of filler ...
I loved the Charlotte-Cooper developement, I really like them together so ...

I'm curious to see how the gender thing is gonna be handled on House now.
Having read Judith Butler I've quite strong feelings about it, soo.

Oh and YAY for Marin Hinkle being there =)
I love her and ...

She was on House just a few episodes before Sela Ward ...
I desperately need new stuff with Sela.

If only ...

And we're reaching the end of my crazy week =)

Ok ...
Bones and I, it's just for fun
and also because Emily Deschanel is extremely pleasant to watch ...

This week's episode was funny, adorable.
But is it me or Bones is just getting dumber ?
There's a few times I was just ... WTF when she was talking.

And Booth on Vicodin. It just made think House must have a really strong resistance to the drug or Cuddy is insane
or Both.
(I've decided I'll watch all the "United States of Tara" this summer ... no time to add one more show :D)

So that was my week ^^. I'm not ashamed of anything I watch xD
(Have I ever told you I can sum up the plot of The Young and The Restless btw let's say 1990 and 2003 ?)
I'm off doing something productive ... like studying or cooking or ..

sleeping.

One more thing ... if somebody give a love life ... I'll happily trade my TV-addiction for the lover :)
(should take me the same amount of time ^^')