Tuesday: Camera!
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scarlet_gryphon, and I'm back with another theme for y'all.
Today’s theme is Camera! Does the click-click-click of a camera's shutter drive someone wild? What's seen through a camera's lens? You're deciding, so prompt away!
Some quick examples:
Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, He never had to take a picture; every inch of his lover was captured in his mind's eye.
Warehouse 13, Claudia & Jinks, Claudia finds a photograph of his sister online, and finally understands why he's so protective of her.
As always, remember to follow the rules:
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scarlet_gryphon, and I'm back with another theme for y'all.Today’s theme is Camera! Does the click-click-click of a camera's shutter drive someone wild? What's seen through a camera's lens? You're deciding, so prompt away!
Some quick examples:
Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, He never had to take a picture; every inch of his lover was captured in his mind's eye.
Warehouse 13, Claudia & Jinks, Claudia finds a photograph of his sister online, and finally understands why he's so protective of her.
As always, remember to follow the rules:
- Only three prompts from a fandom
- Only five prompts in a row
- If one prompt gets filled, you can leave a new one.
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
- If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 08:11 am (UTC)Filled! A Shock of Blue - Rated PG
Date: 2011-12-20 07:07 pm (UTC)~*~*~
Claudia stares at the image on her laptop screen for a few minutes, vacillating between wanting to turn it off and the need to go find Jinks.
She sits, frozen for a few minutes, until she closes the lid on her computer and picks it up, walking almost automatically to Jink's room in the B&B. As she enters, she finds Jinks sitting on his bed, reading a book. "Hey," he says, smiling at her. "What's up?"
Claudia goes to the bed, dropping the laptop at Steve's feet, then reaches out, hugging him tight.
"Umm, Claudia?" he asks. When she finally releases him, she looks a bit sheepish. "What was that for?"
"Nothing," she lies. "Let's go get some ice cream."
"Ooh-kay," Steve replies, letting her pull him up. "Well of course you know that I know you're lying. So how 'bout you tell me first." As she starts to protest, he adds, "And then, ice cream."
"Don't be mad," she says as she goes for the laptop screen, opening the cover.
"Why would I be...mad..." Jinks' expression turns melancholy as he looks at the picture on the screen, and he loses his voice to a tight feeling in his throat. "Olivia..." he manages, voice barely a whisper, a sad smile on his lips.
Claudia puts her arms around him, squeezing him tight, as if that could help bring back the vibrant person from the screen. She feels Steve raise an arm, wiping at a tear on his face, and then they both turn to gaze upon the image on the screen. It's a much younger Steve, carrying his sister as she wears a bright pink shirt that proudly proclaims, "I love my gay brother."
In the picture, Olivia's hair is a near, match to Claudia's shade of red, with a shock of blue hanging over one of her eyes. The smile, though; it's Claudias. They could have been twins, same exuberant expression, same white teeth. And the eyes... They're a near perfect match as well. Not the same color, but the same spark of personality shining through is exactly the same.
Jinks goes to the laptop and looks at the website for the image. "I didn't know the New York Pride Parade organization had pictures that went back that far," he says, then runs his finger over the image. Turning to Claudia, he smiles and says "Thanks."
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:41 am (UTC)It's not supposed to possible, but there it is: an angel's wings in all their glory.
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Title: Wings (Dean/Cas, spoilers for 7x01)
Date: 2011-12-21 01:42 am (UTC)Somehow, that's the first thing Dean notices -- not that there are wings in this picture of Cas, even though that's not supposed to happen, even though Dean's only ever seen shadows of them lit up by lightning, but here they are.
And they're tattered. Ashy-grey and tattered, and Dean wonders if that's from Cas's near Fall or if that's just the way his wings have always looked.
Caught up in it, Dean starts digging through the other, precious few photos he has of Cas, flipping through the album on his phone, and the wings are in every one of them -- wings that weren't there before. Dean knows; he took every one of these pictures except the one he's in, the one where he's leaning on Cas's shoulder with a beer and a smile, and there's a hesitant, sweet smile replying in Cas's eyes.
In that one, one of Cas's wings is wrapped around him like an embrace, and he shivers to see it now.
He shivers because Cas is gone, has been gone for three fucking months now, and this in a lot of ways is worse than the shadows of wings on pavement ever could've been. Because these aren't shadows but the real thing, beautiful and comforting and saying more than any words between them ever could.
He wishes he could've seen these wings when Cas was still here, wishes he could've touched them and run his fingers through them in the dim light of a nighttime motel room.
Instead, all he has are pictures.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:49 am (UTC)*embarassing may not mean the same to the guys as it does to Penny, Sheldon's mom, or other mortals.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:59 am (UTC)ETA
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Date: 2011-12-20 09:35 am (UTC)1) What fandom to use because there are so many that this prompt could work with! I could see Draco finding an old camera with photos of him and Pansy on it when he's an 80 year old man (Harry Potter) or Veronica finding a list photo of her and Lily and using all her money she has earned from being a private investigator to create a charity in her name with the help of Logan (Veronica Mars) or even Draculaura going to college after a summer break up with Clawd and finding the photos from their first date (Monster High).
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2) Lenght!!!! How I could easily sit in front of my computer writing for hours on end going into the tens of thousands of words for each of these ideas that link too your prompt...
I could always write the opening paragraph for each idea and then extend on them in the future :)
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Date: 2011-12-20 09:12 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2011-12-20 10:16 am (UTC)But this?
This is worth every sidelong glance and insinuating comment. Every crude joke and suspicious scowl.
Because this?
This is Gabriel as he really is and only the two of them (and maybe God, but Sam tries not to think of HIM at times like this) know how long it's been since Gabriel's been able to really rest.
To let go of the masks of trickster god and just let his grace loose from his tightly reined in control. To release the fear and simply trust, as sweetly and innocently as a child. The way he hasn't since before the fall of Lucifer.
Gabriel always acts like he's on camera, the trickster persona built around the need to hide, to present himself as something other than what he is. The archangel appears only off screen.
Like now.
When Sam stands before Gabriel, naked and worshiping; not like a lesser being to a higher one, but as one man to another. The way only lovers can.
Like when Sam's large hands land so gently on Gabriel's skin, as though he's afraid that too rough a touch will cause Gabriel to startle and fly away like a wild bird.
Like when Sam kisses Gabriel like he's precious.
Like when Sam stares at Gabriel like he can see through all the masks to the very center of Gabriel's grace and what he sees is more than worth any pain he may endure when the cameras roll.
Gabriel allows himself to be the angel Sam believes in, but only here and now or in places like this. When it's just them and there is no one to see and judge.
When the only being that might be a witness obviously doesn't mind what is happening.
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Date: 2011-12-20 09:14 am (UTC)Not a fill...
Date: 2011-12-20 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 09:23 am (UTC)In other words:
- Take a picture of the planet's ruins, it shows similar structure, but whole, and with different marking or materials.
- Take a picture of the Gate Room, it shows different people/beings at the controls.
Not a fill...
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Date: 2011-12-20 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 11:54 am (UTC)snapshot - future!fic, implied character death, AU
Date: 2011-12-20 05:12 pm (UTC)He prefers muggle pictures, he decides, staring down at their laughing faces, as they hold hands and hug, as they kiss cheeks and foreheads and lips. A whole family, three generations worth - the Weasleys, back before.
They'd be flat and still, in a muggle picture. That probably wouldn't hurt as much. But in this picture... if he looks up, they might be in the next room, laughter loud through the door, the twins tormenting Ron, Hermione telling her daughter to be nice to the younger cousins, Molly scolding Bill for yet another earring, Fleur sharing make-up tips with Ginny.
Potter (not Harry, never Harry) cuddles his infant son, in the picture.
He sets the picture down and turns away. He was raised to hate muggles and all their accoutrement, but this... give him a muggle picture any day.
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Date: 2011-12-20 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-20 12:05 pm (UTC)'Tis the Season
Date: 2011-12-22 04:48 am (UTC)Oh, she has photos of every single one of them: Shots of Morgan with his devilish grin and Rossi with his "don't fuck with me" attitude; candids of JJ working at her new desk; shy Reid ducking from the camera; Emily surprised by a flashbulb going off in her face. There is even one of Hotch blinking. A few are of several of them together.
But never all.
The reason of course, is because Garcia doesn't want a team picture where someone is sad. Worse, someone pretending to be happy.
And with the job they do, not even on the good days can some of them cover it. Hotch, worried about his son; Rossi's depression over the loss of his first wife; Reid's trepidation that shows his fear of trust in his returning comrades; Morgan's subtle anger still lingering over the betrayal; Emily's uncertainty about her place, even though they continue to treat her as their equal; JJ, overwhelmed at times with her new position.
It takes, of all things, a winter's day to solve the problem.
Walking to the plane - after finishing a long and grueling case that had required even Garcia to join them - Morgan got smacked in the back of his head with a snowball.
Startled, Morgan turned around to see their youngest profiler, looking entirely too innocent.
Two minutes later and the war emcompassed every member. Emily and JJ took pity on poor Reid - currently being chased around the tarmac by Morgan, arms filled with snow. The women scrambled to avoid the frozen onslaught as Morgan immediately changed direction. Rossi had been inadvertantly hit; and declaring if he goes, then so goes the unit chief - promptly hitting Hotch square in the back as the other man tried to escape up the stairs into the warmth of the jet.
No one touched Garcia. After all, a woman with the power to ruin your credit score should always be declared safe in a snowball fight.
Which is how the technical analyst finally got her picture. Giving her cellphone to the pilot, she stood on the middle of the jet ramp, blocking the way as the now exhausted team tried to make their way up.
The next day, the picture of the ever-bright Garcia, surrounded by her grinning snow covered friends - with an added bonus of Morgan dragging a squirming Reid up the steps - became the most proudly displayed adornment in her office.
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Date: 2011-12-20 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 12:14 pm (UTC)Fill: 8mm
Date: 2011-12-20 05:39 pm (UTC)He winces as the camera flash goes off again to his left. The light is still bright, even if it's not in his face. Parker has some fool-crazy idea in her head that the team's Christmas needs to be recorded and the camera hasn't left her hand for the past hour. Of course Hardison fiddled with it so all the photos load directly to the computer. Eliot knows the hacker's putting all them on some sort of encrypted server but what is the man gonna do if someone steals the server? (Eliot's done that job before.) His skin itches, feeling too tight for his tense muscles.
Parker bounces over to him and Eliot tilts the hat further down so the fuzzy ball obscures his line of sight to the traitorous camera. He scowls but it doesn't deter the blonde.
“I need a picture of Santa Eliot!” She chirps and Eliot is tempted to let her. It would be so easy to let down his guard, he's safe with these people. But it's habits that have kept alive for years that make him turn away from Parker and head toward the kitchen. Sophie immediately coos at her and Eliot rolls his eyes.
His chest aches with want and his legs move like lead but this is for their own protection. The team already knew that he worked for Moreau but Eliot's more than aware that some of the jobs he did for the bastard are still wanting retribution, vengeance.
Merry Christmas to them all, if Eliot Spencer is ever tracked to the rooms above a bar in Boston. He chuckles darkly, checking on the goose in the oven; it's nearly finished cooking. He straightens and Nate is leaning against the counter.
“I didn't think we'd need to have this conversation again,” the older man says quietly.
Eliot crosses his arms. “My job for years was slipping in and out with no record but my name.”
“You're not that person anymore,” Nate counters with the force of a hurricane though his voice doesn't raise in volume. Eliot closes his eyes.
“It ain't that easy.” Eliot growls. Nate takes a measured sip of his eggnog and just stares at him. Eliot swallows his pride and quiets his screaming nerves. “Fine, one picture.”
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