Tuesday - Chosen Family
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Hiya, it’s girlmarauders again and I’ll be your lovely host for today. Today’s theme is the family that we choose. Our favourite characters all have friends as close as or closer than their actual family. These odd relationships deserve a little love!
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· White Collar, Neal, growing up
· Torchwood, Jack, he builds his family out of soldier boys and lasses
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-08 03:00 pm (UTC)Well no, it wasn't a small thing at all, and Dick was already hitting Tim's number on speed dial because it was a freaking huge thing. However it was done in such a covert manner that Dick and nearly missed it, which of course was just like his youngest brother.
"Dick," Tim yawned on the other end of the line. "What, at 3:00 am, is going on that you call me on the civilian line?"
"Is it that late?" Dick asked in surprise.
He could almost hear the sarcasm bubbling up from Tim, but curiosity intercepted it. "Yes it is, so what is it?"
"I was going over Damian's job application, the internship with Wayne corp he wanted."
"Right, at 3:00 am I needed a reaffirmation that you are as much a snoop as any other Wayne."
"Tim shut up a second, it's important. On the contacts line, he listed me and you as emergency contacts."
"Well, right, that's logical Dick. who else could he have put. It's a civilian job, it's not like he can list too many of the Teen Titans."
"No, I know. Tim, on the "relation to" line he listed us both as 'older brother. Older bothers Tim, right there in Damian's handwriting."
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Oh," Tim said in a soft voice. "that's-"
"I know," Dick said and couldn't hide the smile in his voice. "I thought you should know.
"Yeah, thanks," Tim answered. There was a pause and then. "Want me to stop by tomorrow?"
"If you've got the time. I'd love to see you, so would Alfred, and maybe so would Damian."
He heard Tim chuckle. "Ok, I'll see what I can do. Night Dick. Sleep, at some point. You know you need to, right?"
"Kettle you're black said the pot." Dick answered. "Good night Tim."
Dick hung up the phone and grinning, went to go show Alfred.
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 07:29 am (UTC)Dynamics
Date: 2010-07-27 08:46 am (UTC)Castiel was not good at figuring out human complexities for himself.
Sometimes, he found himself missing his home with the rest of the angels. Things were more simple. No, everybody didn’t get along, and there were plenty of dynamics at play, but they seemed more open about it. And, of course, they had all had a few millenia to get used to each other, which had to help.
Looking around him, though, and thinking about all the time he’d spent trying to figure out exactly what was going on in the minds of those around him – or at least how to avoid causing unnecessary conflict out of ignorance – Castiel realized that it was well worth giving up the simplicity. His family – his given family, the angels – may have been unique, but they were nothing compared to the Winchesters. The angels were too… used to each other, he supposed. The patterns that had begun forming when they were created had rarely changed; instead, they wore deeper and deeper, so that even in their differences, even through disagreements and turmoil, everyhting was always the same.
With the Winchesters, even though they, too, had known each other for their entire lives – though, admittedly, it was on a much smaller scale – the patterns shifted over time. Dean protected Sam, yes, but Sam also protected Dean. Bobby still acted as the boys’ father, as Castiel believed he always had, but also sometimes their equal.
Castiel liked to think that even if he weren’t emotionally invested in the family – so much so that they all considered him a part of it – he would still stay around, just watching the dynamics change, the balances shift.
It was intriguing, and satisfying on more than one level, especially as he watched the patterns slowly make room for him in their midst. He wouldn’t give this up, he knew, for all the simplicity in the world.
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:33 am (UTC)Friends Like These
Date: 2010-07-27 06:25 pm (UTC)This, Remus was convinced, was because Sirius was an idiot.
He'd seen a threat. He'd seen someone snooping around and trying to ruin the life of a friend -- and when that friend is a werewolf, it can get pretty damned ruined if someone goes parading the fact around. So he'd arranged to get rid of the threat by whatever means was available.
And when Sirius got angry and protective, he wasn't always thinking clearly enough to realize he was destroying a threat with the friend he was trying to protect.
Idiot.
But an idiot Remus always wanted at his back. He cared, and he fought for people, and he would stay up all night just to make sure you were okay.
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James Potter was stubborn and proud and held things together mostly because he refused to watch anything fall apart if he gave so much as a damn about it.
He usually failed to give said damn about the rules.
Sirius exercised his insane and creative streak when someone had his protective ire up. James usually exercised his in the service of making people laugh. Well, at least those people he liked. It tended to make those people he didn't like angry, or embarrassed, or covered in a bright red substance they couldn't always identify. And since he was charismatic and well-liked and his victims usually pissed a horde of people off, he usually got away with it.
Remus's private identification for Sirius might be "idiot," but with James it was, frankly, "sneaky bastard."
But James did care about justice, and he wanted to make you feel better, even if he did tend to try to be the mad vigilante with a water balloon full of paint.
--
Peter Pettigrew was a tag-along. This was true no matter how nicely Remus tried to put it.
He was a born follower and sometimes he got underfoot, and he used Remus, James, and Sirius as shields whenever he got in over his head.
But he was likeable and easy to talk to, and sometimes a relief since he was much easier to read than James or Sirius. He knew when to distract you and when to leave you alone. Remus always knew where Peter stood.
--
Remus Lupin was a monster, three nights out of every twenty-eight. He couldn't control it, and he ripped furniture up, lied about it, and alienated people.
He was good at alienating people. He was bad at trust, and even when that trust went both ways, he hadn't the slightest clue to respond, because he certainly couldn't do anything close to the things his friends did for him. And sometimes he wanted to run away from everything and never look back.
He was also a mother hen who kept track of his friends' more egregious flaws so he could smack them upside the head when they were threatening to get out of hand.
--
Lily asked how they hung together from time to time, and Remus had to concede that none of them were particularly nice people.
But when someone came up against the Marauders, they found a group of boys whose flaws fit together more neatly than their strengths, and there was nothing left to pick at.
It was friends like these who that made enemies like them not at all frightening.
(I love the boys, but there's really no denying that they're sometimes kinda jerks, eh?)
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:47 am (UTC)"Our happy little family"
Date: 2010-07-27 08:46 pm (UTC)-
A happy little family? One out of three. Maybe.
To start off with, they're not family. Never mind having the same parents, only half of them have parents at all. Unless you count in the broadest metaphysical sense. Gabriel and Castiel say they're brothers, but if they're brothers, Dean and Sam must be the same freaking person by comparison. They'd be hilarious if Dean didn't have to put up with them 24 hours a day. And that's no exaggeration. They don't sleep. Bedtime for Dean and Sam is just the start of Gabriel's second wind. Dean's woken up at 4 a.m. any number of times to hear the two of them arguing about something that could equally be a fine point of philosophy and the plot of the drive-in movie they went to the other night. It's enough to drive a man out of his mind.
Little? Little is comparative. You know what feels little these days? The freaking car. To their credit, the angels don't tend to drop crumbs all over Dean's baby, or get the leather wet. But they make their presence known in other ways. Appearing and disappearing, heckling and offering stern advice, telling bad jokes, not getting the good ones. And occasionally changing the music. Dean nearly drove the car off the road once when he suddenly found himself listening to some crazy shit Gabriel identified as the soundtrack to "Avenue Q." It was pretty freaking funny, but still, a little warning would have been nice. Long story short: while Dean doesn't feel quite like the little old woman who lived in the shoe, but he still has the impression more often than not that he's shepherding a kindergarten class across the country.
Last, but not least. Happy. With what they've been through? With what they all know they have yet to face? Happy moments are few and far between, and none of them expects to have many...
...like the time Castiel knew the names of every star Dean pointed to, but Dean knew the constellations, and Castiel's eyes filled with wonder...
...like the time he and Gabriel teamed up to tie Sam's shoes together in his sleep, but Sam was so out of it that he actually shuffled around for a good fifteen minutes in the morning before finally trying to take a step and falling flat on his face..
...like the ill-fated Scrabble game between Sam and Castiel that wound its way late into the night, long after Dean had passed out from the shots he'd promised to take every time they played a word he didn't know...
...like the time Sam commented, offhandedly, that you'd never guess it but Gabriel was actually a pretty good listener, once you pinned him down...
...OK, so, yeah, maybe they had a few more happy moments than expected. That doesn't make them a happy little family.
So it's decidedly weird that when Gabriel refers to them in that way, over beers and around a campfire one night in New Mexico, Sam and Castiel both nod like they know exactly what he's talking about.
Weirder still that Dean not only agrees readily, but raises his can to toast the concept.
But when four cans meet with a metallic clink, he believes it completely.
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 07:49 am (UTC)a little off, but I hope you like :D
Date: 2010-07-28 08:38 am (UTC)The doctor grumbles and messes his hair, and always ends up back at the bridge of the TARDIS. Why should I find some corner to hide? he always reasons, it's my TARDIS.
Amy makes her way toward the kitchen, fuming that she's crying, they always make her cry when she's angry at them, and she HATES it. In the kitchen she ignores the stranger alien implements and heads straight toward the freezer, and the pint of haagen-dazs that was always waiting for her.
Rory doesn't go far. Amy and the doctor were the ones that fly off in a temper. So he wanders to the library, or just wanders, until he feels they've had enough time.
He knows better than to find Amy; if she's calmed down, she'll come back on her own. Instead he walks back to the bridge, where the doctor is waiting.
And when Amy comes back, dabbing at her eyes, they're all more than willing to kiss and make up.
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 07:51 am (UTC)Thicker Than Blood
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Date: 2010-07-27 12:41 pm (UTC)Atlantis had changed his life in more ways than he could count but the most profound change had been Ronon.
Sure, he had had friends before, good friends, friends he would have died for but Ronon was something more than just a friend.
There was the implicit trust that Ronon would always, always have his back no matter what and how soon that feeling had developped between them.
There was the knowledge that when he turned around ROnon would be there.
The silent communication between them was another thing; sometimes it felt as if Ronon knew exactly what John thought and the other way round.
Ronon was more like a brother than his own brother had ever been.
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Date: 2010-07-27 07:57 am (UTC)Fic: Lost and Found
Date: 2010-10-20 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 07:57 am (UTC)alas, this is more atmospheric than plot, I hope it suits.
Date: 2010-08-10 08:56 pm (UTC)Tommy never thought that he'd have stayed with this outfit (and truthfully, in his outfit) for this long.
Yesterday - or six months ago - (time moved almost as fast as he did) being in that tin can which dampened his powers, and being poked and prodded. Vibrating the molecules on every inch of his body, pushing to the limit of his powers, just waiting on the one weak link between him and freedom, only to be thwarted and rescued by - and at this, he could only smile wryly at his now empty plate - The Young Avengers.
"Nooo, I'm not doing the dishes again," Cassie shook her head. "Nah uh, can't make me."
"Paper, rock, scissors?" Billy held up a hand. They were in the YA's dining room - huge due to the fact that in another life, it had been a former canteen for about fifty people on this floor. By all rights, it should have been cavernous, their words bouncing from walls in echoes; but Tommy had to admit, that together, all seven of them filled a room.
"I thought we decided on a rota?" Kate picked up her noodles with her chopsticks. Tommy had to give it to Kate, here. In addition to being a total babe, she had class all the way. Lacquered bowls with matching chopsticks, and an askance glare for the wooden disposable ones that came with their meal. Tommy made sure to eat with them always, because Kate did look cute when annoyed.
"Even though we decided on a rota because there are seven of us?" Eli's voice there. Unlike Kate, he had nothing to recommend him when he became annoyed, but getting under his skin brought fun times.
"Paper, rock, scissors?" Cassie's mouth firmed. "You're on."
"Billy, Billy." Teddy chanted, jostling Vision's shoulder with his own, and Tommy felt the vibration of the movement across the table, and with a swift hand, he grabbed at his glass before it toppled and spilt its contents across the table. Teddy might have have been all right, really, with his easy going nature and his unfailing devotion to his boyfriend, but Tommy would never say. Besides, he had a brother's prerogative to tease. That's what bigger brothers did.
"Logic assumes that you go for scissors, Cassie, since rock will be the most popular of the three moves in the game due to -"
"Scissors cuts paper!" Cassie howled with glee, jumping and clapping. "I win!"
"Yeah," Billy held his hands up in supplication. "A deal is a deal."
Cassie grinned, a dangerous light in her eye as she said, "Dessert?"
"That's a sucker's bet." Billy laughed. "Deal."
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Date: 2010-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)Jason isn't sure exactly when it happened but at some point he realized that Ollie felt more like his dad then Bruce ever did. He wasn't even sure why. Maybe it was the way He would hug him, and slap his back when he stopped buy to visit. It could have been the way he always asked what Jason had been up to and he never ever meant "Have you killed anyone lately?" and always meant "Have you finally gotten a decent place to live?" and that sort of thing.
Maybe it was just the lack of judgment he felt when he was at the house. Mia never even brought up the time he blew up her school gym and he had to wonder if she ever told Ollie what he had said to her in there because he was starting to think that he had maybe been wrong about Ollie and if she had told him he really needed to apologize, or something, someday.
Roy was being pretty cool with him too. He even left Lian with him on more than one occasion. And granted Connor had been there too but Roy didn't trust just anyone to watch his precious little girl. And of course there was the night Roy had taken them to a strip club. The expression on Connor's face the whole time they had been there had been worth being forced to spend the night on the couch..
Connor made every thing worth it really. The bone crushing hugs, the awkward family dinners, they were all worth it when Connor would look at him and smile that sweet little smile. Maybe that was what made this family seem more like one where he belonged because no one could have Connor smile at them like that and not feel like they'd come home.
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Date: 2010-07-27 08:01 am (UTC)Hello prompt
Date: 2010-07-27 03:45 pm (UTC)FILL: Walking Contradiction, Jensen/Misha, R
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Date: 2010-07-27 08:03 am (UTC)family and home - PG, shades of Sokka/Aang
Date: 2010-07-29 02:36 pm (UTC)(Maybe more, he thinks, as they go penguin sledding.)