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comment_ficIt's Wednesday, and that means it's time for another prompt from yours truly. Today's theme is Decisions. Whether it's big ones like asking your lover to marry you or small ones like wearing striped socks, this is the theme for you.
Don't forget the rules!
~Please no more than five prompts in a row, but if someone answers your prompt, feel free to post another prompt
~No more than three prompts per fandom
~No spoilers for at least a week after publication or air date, and if there /are/ spoilers, please put up a warning and leave space for people to skip it
Please be nice to the lovely code monkeys when making your prompts!
Always remember, Fandom, character(/ or and character if you want), prompt
For example
Slenderverse, any, switching sides
Doctor Horrible, Billy, the moment he decided to become a villain
Young Wizards, any, Beware the choice! Beware refusing it!
Doctor Who, any companion, deciding to go with the Doctor
Tag=Decisions
Don't forget the rules!
~Please no more than five prompts in a row, but if someone answers your prompt, feel free to post another prompt
~No more than three prompts per fandom
~No spoilers for at least a week after publication or air date, and if there /are/ spoilers, please put up a warning and leave space for people to skip it
Please be nice to the lovely code monkeys when making your prompts!
Always remember, Fandom, character(/ or and character if you want), prompt
For example
Slenderverse, any, switching sides
Doctor Horrible, Billy, the moment he decided to become a villain
Young Wizards, any, Beware the choice! Beware refusing it!
Doctor Who, any companion, deciding to go with the Doctor
Tag=Decisions
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Date: 2011-10-26 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:00 am (UTC)her madman in a box
Date: 2011-10-26 01:31 pm (UTC)It's cruel. He's cruel, Amy thinks, for doing this to her - for making her wait. Those dreams and fantasies had haunted her, psychiatrists telling her of an insanity she'd been so certain wasn't there. It had been cruel and hard and lonely, but now--
The Doctor's the same as ever. There's still a bounce in his step and craze in his laughter. He hasn't changed, like he'd stepped into 7-year-old Amelia Pond's life, then walked straight through another door into years and years later, into Amy.
I've changed, Amy thinks, watching the Doctor pressing buttons and caressing the TARDIS's console like a pet cat, but my decision hasn't.
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:05 am (UTC)let him never die - PG, future!fic, AUish
Date: 2011-10-26 08:10 pm (UTC)When it's time it's time, and he always knows. The slant of sunlight on the floor, being cut off at a stop sign, too many people angry at him, or simple boredom.
Something different, each and every time, across millennia.
Adam Pierson dies on a balmy spring day, after Duncan MacLeod looks at him and sees only Death swinging a blade astride a pale horse.
Matt Benson is born at 1:23 in the afternoon during a spring rainstorm. One day, he’ll die and someone new will rise from his ashes.
For now, Matt Benson walks.
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-26 08:15 am (UTC)Bonus points for what happens afterwards.
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-26 08:22 am (UTC)supremely mini fic
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:24 am (UTC)Fill!
Date: 2011-10-26 04:25 pm (UTC)“Gabriel’s alive,” he blurted out.
Dean stared at him. “I’m not sure if I should be more worried about that fact or the fact that you know. How long?”
“A few months now. And he’s, uh, been dropping by when you’re out.”
“You’ve been hanging out with a monster?!”
“It’s, uh, kinda worse than that...” Sam was starting to regret his decision to bring any of this up at all.
“What could be worse?”
Sam suddenly wished Gabriel was there to explain. Of course as soon as he thought it, the Archangel appeared in the booth next to him.
“Hello, Dean. Sammy-Boy.” Gabriel leaned over and kissed Sam.
Dean’s jaw dropped. “You’re dating a monster? Again?!”
“Uh, I’m not a monster. I’m an Archangel remember?”
“An Archangel that posed as a monster for hundreds of years. And killed me. Over and over!”
“Yeah, sorry about that. But to be fair, my intentions were good.”
“You killed me!”
“How about a peace offering?” Gabriel snapped. Dean winced, but all that happened was the appearance of a warm apple pie. “I like your brother, Dean. And you’re not strong enough to keep me from what I want.”
“You make it sound like it’s not consensual. I’m in this relationship of my own free will.”
“Even more reason he can’t keep us apart.”
Dean glared. “I don’t trust you. And if I even get a hint that this is a trick, I’m dunking you in holy oil.”
“I’d like to see you try. But it doesn’t matter anyways.”
Sam placed a kiss on Gabriel’s cheek. “Please, just be nice to each other.”
He didn’t get a response from either. He sighed. This was going to be hard.
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:40 am (UTC)great and small on the endless round
Date: 2011-10-26 01:48 pm (UTC)Simba would not be King today.
He'd probably have led an idyllic life: parents who lived into old age, a carefree childhood with all the meat you could ever eat. There would be no nightmares about death and guilt, and certainly no responsibilities.
That life is a world away. Just a dream.
Simba is King. There is no changing that fact. He was born to lead, he was made to protect his people. It's the circle of life, Mufasa had said, and still whispers into Simba's ears when he strains hard enough to listen. It is your duty.
When Kiara is born, Simba knows her fate, and he is sad. There is no choice for his daughter, only a path she must take for the greater good. It is the sacrifice of the royalty that no one sees or understands, but Simba lives by it, just like his father had, and his father before him, and peace will forever touch the land of Pride Rock.
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Date: 2011-10-26 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-26 10:12 am (UTC)Second Best
Date: 2011-10-26 02:00 pm (UTC)He'd appeared when they were seven years old. After one night, Amy stopped saying Rory's name, and started saying Doctor.
Rory kind of hates him, this Doctor. Doctor who? He's not even real, Rory's pretty sure about that, because he's never come back; and if he is real, then Rory can't like a man who leaves someone as wonderful and lovely as Amy behind with a broken promise. If it'd been Rory, Rory wouldn't have let Amy go. Not ever.
Rory opens the box and looks at it. The blue velvet of the container is soft beneath his fingertips, and the white of the gold flashes like an eye in the night. His hands shake.
Rory wants to be enough for her. He doesn't know if he can be - there are so many doubts that claw at the sides of his mind, self-sabotaging doubts he pushes away again and again - but to hell, he can try.
Because Rory loves Amy Pond, and even if he will always be second best, he will stay by her side.
If it'll make Amy happy, Rory Williams will stay forever, because the Doctor can't.
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Date: 2011-10-26 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-26 11:05 am (UTC)To Do or Not to Do
Date: 2011-10-26 11:19 pm (UTC)She paced back and forth in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, brows furrowed as she considered her options. If she did it, there would be a personal sense of satisfaction, a warming of her heart. If she didn’t, she gave herself more options for the day, but she wasn’t sure anything else would be nearly as fulfilling.
“Do I or don’t I? Do I or don’t I?”
Would it really be worth it to do it, though? It never felt like it made a difference, at least not in the long run. Her goal never seemed to get achieved. It was amazingly frustrating.
“Do I or don’t I? Do I or don’t I?”
Would it be worth it to not do it? She wasn’t sure if her inaction would even be noticed. And if she didn’t do it, what else would she do? Did she really have any other options for the day?
“Do I or don’t I? Do I or don’t I?”
She wandered over to the window and looked out. It was a gorgeous day, not a cloud in the sky and a comfortable temperature with a light, refreshing breeze. Birds were singing, and the sound of laughing children could be heard coming from down the street. She couldn’t stay inside; there was nothing to do in here.
She sighed, knowing the time had come to finally make her decision and act on it. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and nodded. She knew what she was going to do today. With that decided, she calmly walked out of her room and headed outside.
A few moments later, she reached her destination. She smiled as she found what she expected; it would have been more surprising to see something different. Confident she had made the right decision, she stepped forward, knowing today was going to be a great day.
“Whatcha doin’?”
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Date: 2011-10-26 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-26 01:11 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds (season 2 or 3), Hotch /or+ Reid, sometimes his decision to let Reid handle his addiction in his own way is hard to stick to
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Date: 2012-04-21 08:31 pm (UTC)Ultimately, it comes down to trust. Reid seems to be okay, and back on track. His weight has increased, his appetite is back, and he’s no longer mentally checked out. They’ve never discussed Reid’s addiction, not out loud. After Hankle, it was an open secret to anyone who he’d been through. They’d all reached out, in their own ways, to let him know that they cared and he had someone to talk with. But Reid grew up keeping secrets and this was just another.
After Gideon ran away, Hotch watched for repercussions, but Reid stayed strong. Pissed off and hurt but clean.
Hotch keeps an eye open, knowing that the genius could hide an emerging problem. At the end, however, he’s made a decision to trust Reid and to trust his own judgment.
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Date: 2011-10-26 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-26 01:29 pm (UTC)Any, any, Somehow, we learn who we really are and then we live that decision.
Somehow, Robert Fischer (Inception)
Date: 2012-08-02 05:00 am (UTC)The decision to break up an empire should be difficult, painful, and messy.
For Robert Fischer, it's simple, logical, and right.
The one question that follows him wherever he goes from that day onward: why?
For months, years, Robert only says: it's not who I am.
The most common follow-up: what would your father say?
Robert always answers: it's not what he wanted for me.
The occasional brave fool, undeterred by clear blue eyes daring anyone to try to tell him otherwise, continues the inquiry: do you ever regret it?
Robert states with confidence, intensity, and finality: I regret nothing.