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comment_ficAnything goes today, so stretch that imagination and prompt away.
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Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-05-06 12:15 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-05-06 01:08 am (UTC)In mid-attempt at portraying “movie,” John could only mutter “Brilliant!” as Lestrade threw his arms up in defeat.
“Oh Sherlock,” Mrs. Hudson said patiently, like a put-upon school teacher, “Where’s the fun in that?”
“How --?”
“Simple. The slight trembling of your hands and moistness to your eyes – a clear emotional reaction. Your quick glance at the dog portrait for inspiration – obvious. Then the movie hint, leaving the quintessential emotional dog movie – Old Yeller.”
“Brilliant!”
At least, Lestrade thought in exasperation, defeat would come swiftly.
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Date: 2012-05-06 02:04 am (UTC)I would quote my favorite bits, but I'm having to much of a hard time choosing- thank you so much!
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Date: 2012-05-06 02:07 am (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
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Date: 2012-05-06 03:04 am (UTC)Parker and River don’t get along. Jayne thinks that’s a good thing: “What if the crazies got along? She might wanna stay.” But nobody ever listens to Jayne.
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Date: 2012-05-06 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-06 03:46 am (UTC)Fill, Tony & Steve & Pepper Gen
Date: 2012-05-06 04:33 am (UTC)--
Three hundred and twenty-two days after Tony first installed the arc reactor, Stark Tower goes dark.
Well, not dark, really, because lights or no lights it’s still noon on a sunny day in New York, but it does go dim enough that Steve blinks in surprise and nearly loses the forkful of lunch he’d been about to put in his mouth.
He’d been in the middle a wonderful meal with Pepper (who is a truly lovely lady) and Tony (who is… neither of those things), but one look at their faces tells him that will be ending early.
“That's not good,” Pepper says, grimacing, while Tony goes for a much more straightforward, “Shit!”
Language, Steve almost says, but thinks better of it at the last moment. Instead he grabs another quick bite of steak (because crisis or no crisis, this food is good), chews, swallows, and asks, “What’s going on?”
“I’m so sorry, Steve,” Pepper says, “I think we’ve had a problem with the arc reactor.”
“Ah.” Which means absolutely nothing to him, but sure.
They both look towards Tony, who’s jamming his finger against the touch screen of his cell phone so hard that Steve’s half-afraid he’ll break the glass. “Shit,” he says again, this time more weary than panicked, and clicks the phone off.
“Looks like it. I’ll go suit up, I’ve got to fix it before anything else decides to shut down on me.”
He makes a face, like equipment failure is some sort of personal insult to him (and probably it is), and stands up. Steve follows.
“Is there anything I can help with?”
Tony laughs a little at that. “Only if you’ve both learned how to breathe underwater and figured out what a computer is other than ‘thing that runs on electricity, possibly magic’. Otherwise, nah, I got it.”
“Hey!” Steve protests, but half-heartedly, because really those comments were only half undeserved.
“Tony,” Pepper chides, and to Steve’s surprise the man actually looks vaguely apologetic. (Vaguely. Very, very vaguely.)
“Sorry, sorry,” he says with a wave of his hand, “No harm meant. I’ll be back soon, okay, Pepper?”
“I’ll keep watch from the surface,” Pepper says with a nod and moves towards a big bank of screens to Steve’s left. “You go get out there.”
“But hey,” Tony says as he steps out the door, “At least we can add this to the list of things that lasted longer than Kim Kardashian’s marriage.”
“What?”
Tony and Pepper exchange looks.
“Sorry,” Tony says finally, “But there’s no way I can explain that reference to you without losing a good twenty percent of my brain cells.” And with that, of course, he steps out the door.
“Pepper?” Steve asks, helplessly. “Explanation?”
Pepper opens her mouth. Closes it. Shakes her head. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Oh, come on, Steve thinks.
(Sometimes he swears the entire twenty-first century is conspiring to keep him in the dark.)
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Date: 2012-05-06 04:43 am (UTC)Albus' entire apartment building shakes and, what's worse, soot flies up his nose.
Albus sneezes.
"Lor', Dad, what've I done this time?" he asks. He attempts to puff up his chest in a manly display of indignation, but that's the thing about Floo Powder... it's rather itchy. Even the most grown up bloke looks childish when he's down on his knees with his head up a chimney.
Albus sneezes again.
"Merlin, Harry!" Ginny cries out in the background.
"Mum?"
The green flames flicker, and then Ginny's face floats where Harry's had been. Hers is lined with worry, her pert lips drawn downward into a halfhearted scowl. She coughs lightly, settling wide, earnest eyes upon her son.
"Albus. We know you're an adult."
"...bloody well *not*... namesake... death eater!"
Ginny winces. "Shh, Harry!"
The flames billow and shift again, growing an angry red while his parents jostle for a place at the hearth. Eventually, Harry wins out. His face contains no worry whatsoever. Behind his massive black beard, thin pink lips spit out every blunt word. His brow furrows, pulling his scar down into sharp focus. Even Harry's nose looks angry. The nostrils are all... pinched-like.
"He's gone bald you know!" Harry fumes.
"Dad, who's gone bald? And what's it got to do with me?"
"Draco bloody Malfoy, that's who!" Harry explodes with another rattle of the foundations.
Albus gives into the temptation to scratch his nose.
"Oh. Him. Been bald as long as I've known 'im, yeah?"
"It's nice that you don't judge people on their outward appearances, dear!" Ginny calls over Harry's shoulder.
"But what about inward appearances? Merlin's balls, son, he was a death eater!"
Albus grips the bridge of his nose -- it helps to keep him from sneezing.
"Thanks for the ancient history lesson, but I still don't understand why you're trying to huff and puff and blow me' whole house down," Albus snarks.
"Because you're in bed with the devil - literally!" Harry roars.
A green hand reaches out through the flames. Were it possible, Albus thinks his father might actually try to throttle him through the floo network. As it is, the green hand merely hovers ineffectually near his neck.
"We're not judging!" Ginny yells. In the corner of the fireplace, he can see the top of her head trying to nudge Harry's shoulder out of the way.
"Yes I am judging. That's exactly what I'm doing right now: judging!" Harry sniffs peevishly.
Albus shrinks back from the flames, pulling his head back into the safety of his house like a turtle snapping back into his shell. He gawps.
In an instant, Harry effing Potter - hero of the wizarding world and quite possibly the scariest man therein - floos into the room without so much as a by your leave. From behind the rims of his coke-bottle thick glasses, he squints at his son.
Harry presents Albus with the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. On Page 1, in bold print and an even bolder moving photograph, Albus reclines upon a Roman-style lectus with a thin, bald man. Said man is clearly older than Albus. A pair of crows' feet nest at the corners of his eyes. Laugh and sneer lines frame his thin lips in equal proportions. But there is a certain elegant grace in the ease with which he moves toward the younger man. Draco trails his hand down the fabric of Albus' robe and off the edge of the photograph before Albus' back arches obscenely. His eyes glaze over as he sucks in tiny panting breaths.
Off the page, Albus smirks at his father.
"Umm... Dad? Did you bother to read the article?"
Harry merely scowls.
"Malfoy an' I are performing in a play. Hogwarts' alumni are puttin' it on. Didn't you get the flying bloody memo?"
Harry raises the furry eyebrow beneath his scar.
"Flying mem - no. What?" He flicks the paper with his wrist, quickly scanning the article's contents. Sure enough, it consists of a rather scathing Rita Skeeter review of a rather second-rate performance.
Albus clears his throat.
"Y'know, Dad, sometimes a picture really needs those thousand words."
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Date: 2012-05-06 05:07 am (UTC)"Hey, Sammy!" he greeted with pretty obviously fake cheer. "How was your first day of summer vacation?"
Sam rolled his eyes. When you moved around every few weeks, school vacations didn't mean all that much, except that he wouldn't have to start all over again in yet another new school for a few months. "Okay, I guess. What are you doing? Research for a hunt?" He actually suspected the booklet was some kind of porn--Dean had no reason to hide hunt information from him, but his brother still seemed to think he was some kind of innocent little kid sometimes when it came to sex.
Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Research."
"I thought Dad said he was working alone for a while?" Sam asked suspiciously.
Dean seemed to deflate in front of him and he immediately felt bad for bringing it up. Dean hadn't met all of this area's graduation requirements because he'd been out of class too many days. Dad had been furious; he'd given his oldest son an "I expect better from you," speech and everything! Dean had just taken it, even though Sam knew a large part of it was actually their dad's own fault. Most of those days were spent helping with back up research or working temp jobs to help pay for the room and food.
"I'm studying," Dean mumbled so quietly that Sam almost didn't catch it.
"For what?"
"The GED exam. They've got one scheduled for next week. It's not exactly the same as getting a diploma, but it's close enough, right?" Sam knew his brother would do almost anything to avoid feeling like he'd disappointed their father.
"Yeah." There was a heavy silence. "I could run by the library, see if they've got some practice tests."
Dean's expression was a really weird combination of smug and sheepish as he pulled the bag back out from under the bed. "I already got 'em."
"Want me to quiz you?"
"I can do it myself--I'm not stupid." The older boy bristled defensively.
"I know! Sheesh!" Sam started to walk off and give him some space.
"Hey, Sammy!" He turned around just in time to catch a study guide before it hit him in the face. "I guess you can help if you want. Can't have you being a sulky little bitch..."
"Jerk!" he retorted automatically, but he sat on the other bed and flipped to the index to find practice questions.
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Date: 2012-05-06 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-06 05:19 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-06 01:44 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-06 01:45 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-06 01:45 pm (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2012-05-06 01:47 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-06 01:47 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-06 03:49 pm (UTC)Perfect.
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Date: 2012-05-06 09:16 pm (UTC)Re: Fill, Tony & Steve & Pepper Gen
Date: 2012-05-06 10:31 pm (UTC)ROTFLOL
I love it! I absolutely think this is exactly what I was looking for when I prompted. It is more than ok!
I wonder what else lasted longer than Kim Kardashian's marriage? LOL so hard. Thank you.
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Date: 2012-05-06 11:29 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-07 02:50 am (UTC)