Friday: Free for All
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comment_ficAnd so the day you've been waiting for is here: the Friday Free for All. All fandoms, characters, and prompts are accepted today.
Just please remember to follow the usual rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's a spoiler in your response, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember to format your prompts correctly, and keep them to an appropriate length. For example:
Can't find a prompt to your liking? There's plenty of good ones hiding in the Lonely Prompts. Just keep in mind -- this weekend is a contest!
Happy weekend. :)
Just please remember to follow the usual rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's a spoiler in your response, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember to format your prompts correctly, and keep them to an appropriate length. For example:
Castle, Rick/Alexis, face it - this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing
Burn Notice, Fiona, better uses for soap
Dollhouse/Leverage, Topher/Hardison, complicated bit of coding
Justified/Wanted, Raylan, curve the bullet
Can't find a prompt to your liking? There's plenty of good ones hiding in the Lonely Prompts. Just keep in mind -- this weekend is a contest!
Happy weekend. :)
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:26 am (UTC)Annoying Intentions, Castle, Rick/Alexis, face it - this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doin
Date: 2011-03-25 04:48 pm (UTC)Still, the murder board at the precinct worked for Beckett and it was kind of like his story outlines with a lot more structure. And when he got a load of the smart boards FBI agents got to play with, he embraced the notion with a passion.
He also bought one for himself. It was showing a mixture of dry erase scrawls, photos, finger smudges and two columns of numbered entries.
Yes, Castle had learned and grown and he was going to approach his worries with the methodical joy of a seasoned serial killer. Every day would be brekky, coffee and sinister plotting - unless there was a hot case for him to observe.
He had set up his lair in the office, thinking he had the apartment to himself for the day. Rick had his laptop poised on one hand, typing with the other as he paced in front of the smart board. He turned, strides unhurried. This was genius, this was progress. He had to believe in his own ability to crack the case.
"Dad?" Alexis trotted to the door, coat half off and hanging on her arms. "Oh . . . Dad!"
"You always were a quick reader," he grumbled sheepishly, hitting the command to shut the smart board down.
Unfortunately, it couldn't erase the clearly labeled columns waiting for lists of "Reasons why everybody hates doctors" and "Ways being with Josh is not making Kate happy."
His daughter shook her head, dropping her coat into a chair as she took in his squirming guilt. It wasn't as if he felt he was completely in the wrong, but it seemed a little more . . . nefarious to set it out with visuals and step-by-step wedges to drive between the allegedly happy couple.
I'm glad I erased that diagram, he thought. It was never going to work just pushing him really hard and running away, anyway. I'd just come off childish.
"Sweetheart, I'm not going to talk down to you. You're smart and you have eyes. I'm up to something," he said contritely, nodding curtly. "But if we're delving into our collective familial memories, this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing!"
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:26 am (UTC)FILL: Memories (1/1)
Date: 2011-12-17 10:11 am (UTC)Melting down tallow for her first bombs from old cakes of Ivory.
And rubbing lilac-scented suds into Michael's sore shoulders.
There are a thousand and one uses for soap - all of them better than a lonely shower in an otherwise-empty bathroom.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:32 am (UTC)Castiel shows Dean how angels make love
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:33 am (UTC)After making one too many sexist comments, a witch turns Dean into a girl as payback. And the only way to turn Dean back into a man is for him to have sex as a woman. Cue Castiel to the rescue.
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Date: 2011-03-28 03:00 am (UTC)"Dean, please, not where I can see it," Sam pleaded, looking up from his laptop.
"Okay, I'll go in the bathroom, but excuse me for not believing this," Dean retorted, pulling a hand out of the waistband of a pair of jeans that didn't quite fit through the butt and the hips and which pooled slightly at the ankles, given that they were a few inches too long now. "So what does it say about this sort of thing?"
"Spells cast at Beltaine tend to be stronger than spells cast at any other witch's sabbath. So you're likely to be stuck this way, unless you can do one thing," Sam said, sitting back from the laptop. From the look in his eye, it wasn't going to be good.
"And what's that?" Dean asked.
"You'll have to have sex as a woman," Sam said.
Dean stared. Normally any chance to have sex was welcomed with glee, but the very thought made him (her? hir?) wince. "You're kidding."
"Nope," Sam said, sounding just as squicked. "The energy for a working like this was probably gathered from a sexual encounter, so you need that kind of energy to break it."
"Well, don't you offer to help. Just because my boy bits got swapped out for girl bits, doesn't mean I'm not the same blood," Dean said, backing away.
Sam rolled his eyes and covered his face with one hand. "That was the furthest thing from my mind."
"So I guess it means Angel-boy and I need to do the Coyote Ugly," he said.
As if the mere mention of him was enough to summon him, Castiel appeared in the middle of the dingy hotel room.
"Speak of the devil," Dean murmured. "Cas, I don't know how to put it except to put it: You're gonna have to get nekked."
Castiel stared at Dean, cocking his head in that puzzled way that made one think of a puppy eying something it had never seen before. "I am going to need to obtain nudity? Does this mean I am supposed to go out and procure films that feature nudity?"
Dean facepalmed. "No, you idiot, I mean you and I are going to have to do the deed. Bump uglies, y' know?" The obvious was going to have to be sad. "Have sex."
Castiel looked from Dean to Sam. "And what is the reason for this activity being required?" Dean hoped he just imagined that look of discomfort.
"It seems a witch has put a gender-swapping spell on Dean, for making too many rude comments about women," Sam replied. "About the only way to break it is if Dean has sex with another -- with a man."
"Are there no...pleasant minute men? You have spoken of pleasant minute women," Castiel asked.
"You mean good-time girls. Or good-time guys," Dean said, sighing. "Yeah, there are, but they usually service other guys. I'd rather keep it in-house, so to speak."
"You said it is more fitting to obtain a room for something of this nature," Castiel said.
Dean growled through his teeth. "Just get over here and take your clothes off, Cas," he said.
"As you ask," Castiel said, approaching and slipping off first his trenchcoat and then his jacket...
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Date: 2011-03-25 11:02 am (UTC)*tucks prompt into pocket* Would you object to a crossover?
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:48 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-03-25 09:17 am (UTC)"Is not!" Growled Hardison, swiping at Elliot with his claws.
"Actually, it really is." Nate said, looking utterly calm and relaxed as Sophie licked the top of his head. "If you hadn't gotten so excited about that website and insisted we check it out, we'd have never been in that lab when the machine went off."
Sophie finished with Nate and, still giving Hardison the silent treatment, began to wash her tail.
"I'm back!" Said Parker as she breezed back in.
"Where were you?" Elliot mewed, hating how pitiful he sounded.
"Just picking up some kitty stuff, we don't know how long this is gonna last." She said as she unloaded the litterbox and some catnip mice.
There was a second bag that she purposely placed out of their field of vision and Hardison had a bad feeling he knew what was in it.
Moments later his fears were confirmed when Parker swooped down and grabbed Elliot: forcing his struggling, swearing kitty body into a rediculously cute doll dress. No one dares to laugh, though Parker coos over how cute he is.
When she put him down he had a well known look in his eye that, as a human, would have meant certain death. As a Cat, Hardison is pretty sure it means that Elliot is going to be pooping Parker's shoes for as long as this whatever lasts.
Sophie, still grooming her tail, thinks about the cat she had as a little girl and prays they turn back before she goes into heat.
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Date: 2011-03-26 01:21 am (UTC)'So Quirrell. What shall we watch?'
'How about Down to You? It's one of Freddie Prinze Jr's.'
Voldemort shakes his head.
'I don't think so Quirell. It's got a bad rating and I didn't care for Julia Stiles in 10 Things I Hate About You. If a girl threw up on me, well she'd be on the receiving end of a killing curse quick smart. Gotta keep the bitches in line Quirrell.'
'Quite... Voldemort but Patrick really liked Kat.'
'What about a Zefron movie? Hairspray is supposed to be good.'
'What's not to like about John Travolta in a fat suit?'
'Who?'
'John Travolta from Grease Voldemort. He was Danny.'
Voldemort smiles. 'I never saw it. Was a bit busy back then, building up my legion of Death Eaters and plotting to take over the world. What's it about?'
'Well this sweet girl meets this bad boy and he's nice when they're alone but kind of a douchebag around his friends 'cos you know you never tell a girl you like her. In the end she dresses like a slut and is accepted by him and his friends, all very sweet really. The songs are good.'
'Okay. We'll go with your choice.'
Quirrell shivers.
'What's wrong?'
'Your tone Voldemort, sort of scary like you'd better enjoy my choice or else.'
'I didn't mean it like that. It's just that with commanding Death Eaters and being evil, people have their expectations of how you should behave. It's important to sound authoritative. You don't get followers by just asking nicely you know. If I had said pretty please let me attach myself to your soul we wouldn't be here right now. It was important to set the right tone by commanding you. Look Quirrell, I sent Trixie to Azkaban instead of you. That's how much you mean to me. I promise not to kill you if I don't enjoy your film.'
'Thank you Voldemort. We could get Hairspray too, watch both of them.'
In the end they agree to watch Grease first and Voldemort gets a little teary during Hopelessly Devoted To You. He tries to discretely wipe his eyes but Quirrell says nothing and just hands him a tissue. By Beauty School Drop Out he's worked up the courage to hold Voldemort's hand. Some days Voldemort doesn't mind affection but others it's like being back to back again, so close and yet unable to act on it.
Voldemort enjoys the car race and cheers for Balmudo. Quirrell isn't surprised, Voldemort also wanted Johnny to win in the Karate Kid. He rants a little when Danny wins but enjoys You're The One That I Want and taps his feet to We Go Together. He smiles at Quirrell as the credits roll.
'Excellent choice Quirrell, very catchy songs indeed. I'm not sure I like the message about losing when you're willing to sabotage someone's car but I suppose Danny was kind of cool too. It was sweet that he wore that hideous sweater for Sandy's sake.'
'Yes it was. Relationships take compromise sometimes.'
'Yes Quirrell they do.'
Quirrell makes popcorn and gets some butterbeers while Voldemort puts on Hairspray. He is surprised when Voldemort puts his arms around him.
'We should definitely watch more films together. It's so much easier when we don't have to keep pausing to tell the other what's happening on screen.'
'Yes my Voldemort I agree. I think we should watch The Karate Kid again. If you could see the work Daniel put into his training you might not resent him winning.'
'Perhaps but Johnny had been training for a lot longer. I just felt bad for the guy, being made to look like a fool in front of his friends.'
'Okay. Let's not argue.'
'Indeed Quirrell. Let us watch Hairspray now. Zac Efron is bound to sing something motivational.'
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