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 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.
Re: 'Tis the Season
Date: 2011-12-22 04:59 am (UTC)Re: 'Tis the Season
Date: 2011-12-22 05:09 am (UTC)Re: 'Tis the Season
Date: 2012-02-07 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-22 04:58 am (UTC)Even with a passionately active social media lifestyle, Penelope Garcia avoids photo-sharing communities.
Because photographs are something she’s come to hate: curling-edge glossies of home invasions sliding out of manila folders; screen shots of bodies in alleys, riverbeds, cars; printed close ups of dead, staring eyes, pinned to the bulletin board.
But she has a secret stash — talismans, an antidote of sorts to the dreadful anonymities of the dead. Just snapshots, really, full of personality and spirit. J.J. and Prentiss, heads together at the bar, watching Morgan dancing with cat-like grace. Hotch, standing over Reid at his desk, one hand on Reid’s shoulder and a look of encouragement on his face. Reid himself, mugging for the camera, holding up his necktie like a noose. Rossi on the plane, a sheaf of papers in his hand but his gaze directed out the window at the setting sun. An arm’s-length cellphone shot of her and Kevin, squashed in the seat on the Sky Screamer at Six Flags.
If their photographic evidence was a necessary evil, silent witness to the horrors of humankind, then her virtual photo album was, for her, proof of life, and even a touch of the divine.
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Date: 2011-12-22 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-07 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-09 04:21 am (UTC)