Friday Free-For-All
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Hey, everyone! Welcome to the first full weekend of 2010! As you all know, today is Friday so we have a free-for-all where you can let your imaginations and pairings go wild.
First, brief reminder of the rules:
You may only post 3 prompts per genre
You are free to prompt up to 5 at a time and add more once your prompts start being answered. Just be kind for our codemonkeys and don't go too crazy!
No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Please also follow the format as stated below:
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Lazy Fest
Numb3rs/Stargate: Atlantis, Don/Sheppard, "That thing you do."
If none of the posted prompts catch your eye, feel free to look through our Lonely Prompts archive at delicious.
Happy Friday, people!
tag="freeforall"
First, brief reminder of the rules:
You may only post 3 prompts per genre
You are free to prompt up to 5 at a time and add more once your prompts start being answered. Just be kind for our codemonkeys and don't go too crazy!
No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Please also follow the format as stated below:
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Lazy Fest
Numb3rs/Stargate: Atlantis, Don/Sheppard, "That thing you do."
If none of the posted prompts catch your eye, feel free to look through our Lonely Prompts archive at delicious.
Happy Friday, people!
tag="freeforall"
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Date: 2012-06-25 02:30 am (UTC)Returned
It’s as if the darkness is all he’s ever known. He’s no longer even sure if his eyes are open or not, it makes no difference to the unrelenting blackness surrounding him. It feels like he’s been here forever and, just as he’s sure he’s about to lose his mind, he finds himself thrown roughly down, still blind, but this time from the painful light. All he can do is scrabble weakly at the wood he’s lying on, head pounding until he remembers to breathe, and the sudden rush of cold air into his lungs makes his chest ache. When he coughs, he can taste blood.
Slowly, painfully, he eventually manages to sit up to find Will standing over him. “Mr Turner,” he rasps, as the taste of blood gets stronger. “You saved my life.”
The new ferryman offers his hand to help him up, “You don’t remember, do you?”
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Date: 2012-07-07 06:28 pm (UTC)