Friday: News
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meatball42's last day of hosting. *Everyone cries* Ahem. So today's prompt is NEWS, as in newspapers, magazines, telly, radio, telepathic sound bytes, hot news lady holograms, spoken word, morse code, what have you. Have your character read about the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia, which was yesterday, put their latest secret exploits all over the front page, hide from papparazzi. Do everything I haven't thought of! Go forth and multiply!
Except you have to do it like this:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples (aka, write these for me and I will love you for at least five minutes):
- Torchwood, any, "This is why everyone knows who we are."
- Any, any, "I'm famous!"
- Criminal Minds, any, War on Terror
*Doesn't touch that remote*
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meatball42's last day of hosting. *Everyone cries* Ahem. So today's prompt is NEWS, as in newspapers, magazines, telly, radio, telepathic sound bytes, hot news lady holograms, spoken word, morse code, what have you. Have your character read about the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia, which was yesterday, put their latest secret exploits all over the front page, hide from papparazzi. Do everything I haven't thought of! Go forth and multiply!Except you have to do it like this:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples (aka, write these for me and I will love you for at least five minutes):
- Torchwood, any, "This is why everyone knows who we are."
- Any, any, "I'm famous!"
- Criminal Minds, any, War on Terror
*Doesn't touch that remote*
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:32 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-05-19 03:00 am (UTC)Really, even without nearly having suffered through their souls being ripped away, it was a wonder the Rockbell women had managed to survive the whole ordeal.
She almost feels ashamed, but isn't this a natural reaction? Isn't it okay to cry because you're so relieved that the worst is over, that your friends have succeeded in beating their always impossible odds? Ten minutes, she tells herself, You have ten more minutes to indulge in all this crying and then you're getting back to work, Winry Rockbell. After all, knowing Ed, her precious automail was probably in pieces by now and she'd be working overtime to craft something that masterful again.
Her grandmother is already busying herself with preparing a meal while Den bounces around her, waiting to hoover even the tiniest morsel that she might drop. "Well that's that. Crises may come and go but life marches on, and maybe those boys can finally get on with theirs too," she says as she pauses to wipe her glasses on her greasy apron, "It's about time."
They both make a point of not looking at the phone, waiting for the phonecall that will never come.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:29 pm (UTC)Fill: Cold Comfort - Glee, Kurt/Blaine, PG, SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 FINALE
Date: 2012-05-23 08:45 pm (UTC)SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 FINALE
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He'll be the first to admit that he's, maybe, developed a sort of tunnel vision when it comes to Kurt's leaving for New York.
Even after all of the talking about it that they've done, the future scares Blaine. He feels like he has to keep his eyes facing forward... his head up, his most optimistic state of mind fixed firmly in place or he's just going to fall to pieces. So it's probably not a surprise that, when Kurt calls him that evening, asking in a frighteningly inflectionless tone of voice if Blaine can come and talk to him, Blaine's mind automatically jumps to one thing.
"Al-alright. Are you at home? I'll-"
"I'm not at home, Blaine. I'm still at school. Meet me here." Kurt speaks with no discernible emotion and hangs up before Blaine can say another thing.
Blaine thinks his heart is going to stop.
He feels incredibly, unforgivably selfish later - after the news is out. He feels foolish and childish... But really? What was Blaine supposed to think? Kurt said all of the right things the last time they talked about continuing their relationship after high school. But what if he'd only said those things to keep Blaine calm during their last days together? What if holding his NYADA acceptance letter in his hand was that last little push towards the reality of their situation that Kurt needed to realize he doesn't want to move halfway across the country, into an entirely different - a new and exciting - life, shackled to the smalltown boyfriend who's been all but clinging to ankles for months now...
Blaine found Kurt's Navigator parked in the McKinley High parking lot, just as he'd been told. He approached it with his pulse pounding in his ears, feeling almost lightheaded with dread.
He opened the passenger door and climbed inside... 'Please don't tell me you've changed your mind... Pleasedon'ttellmeyou'vechangedyourmind...' his brain kept chanting, on repeat.
Kurt was turned away from him, but as Blaine's door snicked shut and Blaine opened his mouth to beg, Kurt shifted to face him.
Kurt's tear-streaked face stole Blaine's breath, not to mention his words.
"They don't want me," he says.
And it's not just that Blaine had been expecting the words 'I don't want you' that he doesn't immediately know what to say.
It's honestly never occurred to Blaine that NYADA might turn Kurt down... How could NYADA turn Kurt down? Kurt's audition was flawless. Kurt is everything NYADA could possibly be looking for.
"Blaine, they don't want me!" Kurt says again, voice high-pitched and wrecked and then he's throwing himself into Blaine's arms, basically.
Blaine can only catch him. Hold him. Stroke his hair and rub his back and let words of comfort fall from his lips on instinct.
"Oh, Kurt... Shh. Kurt, please. It's going to be alright, baby. Oh, Kurt, it's going to be alright..."
Blaine can't know that. He can't know anything if he didn't know that Kurt was bound for New York come the Fall, and NYADA was bound to welcome Kurt in with open arms.
But what else can he say? Blaine has daydreamed, countless times, of not having to say goodbye to Kurt after Kurt's graduation, but never once at the price of Kurt's dreams, even in Blaine's most shameless fantasies. Blaine would rather sever ties with Kurt himself, at the loss of every personal happiness, than see the boy that he loves devastated this way...
Unfortunately, Blaine can't do that or anything else to help that boy now. He can't do anything but what he's been doing all of this time.
Blaine clings to Kurt.
In the wake of such terrible news, Blaine finds little comfort in the fact that Kurt clings right back.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:56 pm (UTC)BtVS - "Free Night"
Date: 2012-05-20 05:42 pm (UTC)Giles peered at him over his ever-present books. “I-I am afraid there are none, tonight.”
“Yup,” Buffy said, smiling. “A vamp-free night.”
“Well, of all of them but Angel,” Willow chimed in, and Buffy gave the other girl a side-long look and mouthed her name in horror. “Or not,” Willow said, backpedaling. “Maybe it’s a study night!”
“Or maybe we could go to the Bronze, you know, a fun night!” Xander reminded, ignoring the hurt expression on Willow’s face about the idea that studying wasn’t fun.
“It’s closed,” Willow said, pouting.
“The fumigation didn’t take as well as they’d hoped.” Buffy shuddered.
“I’d imagine the pests are rather,” Giles glanced at them all and cleared his throat. “Yes, well. We could get in some practice, Buffy.”
“Giles!” she whined, “free night!” She elbowed Willow, who blurted out, “Study night!”
“Fun night,” Xander said, nodding and pointing at Giles. “Such a fun night, in fact, that we should get going!” He made a shooing motion at the girls and they grabbed their books and bags and started hurrying toward the library entry.
“B-but,” Giles began.
“Later, G-man!” Xander said, waving as he followed the girls out, offering a huge smile. “Now, who’s up for a rousing thank you to the guy who got us outta there - ” His smile crashed at the sight of Angel and Buffy, already so close together that there certainly wasn’t any room for him.
Willow noticed his stare and patted his arm. “C’mon. You need some help with your algebra, anyway.”
“Bah?” Xander blinked at her.
“Bah,” Willow agreed, taking his arm and leading him away.
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Date: 2012-05-18 02:12 pm (UTC)Fill: Ginny - Bedtime
Date: 2012-05-18 09:05 pm (UTC)Ginny can’t bear to listen to the radio anymore, even if Fred and George have their own channel, she hasn’t touched the Prophet in weeks, and the Quibbler hasn’t published anything since Luna disappeared.
She never thought that she would miss factual news this much, no matter how unreliable, but now she sees why the Death Eaters have cut off all outside communication. She has no news of Harry, Ron and Hermione, they might be halfway to Voldemort’s lair or they could be stranded in the middle of nowhere, starving to death, no closer to their goal than she is to her freedom.
“Are you okay, Ginny,” Lavender Brown asks, still under the illusion that they’re sisters-in law when she really wouldn’t give this girl the time of day, if she asked for it.
“My brother, my best friend, and my boyfriend are fighting for their lives and for the wizarding community. My family is back home, at our house, trying to find a way to stay safe after our house was burned down. But am I there with any of them? Am I helping them make a difference or being useful, in any way? No. I’m stuck here, on this cot, doing nothing, with you. So, no, Lavender, no I am not okay.”
Lavender stays silent for a very long moment before saying, “You’re not the only one hurting here, Ginny.”
No, she might not be the only one hurting, but finally getting some reliable news wouldn’t so bad either.
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Date: 2012-05-18 09:42 pm (UTC)“Monsters are real, and with me in the studio is a genuine angel called Castiel, who knows all about them and more importantly how to kill them. Isn’t that right, Castiel?”
The angel she referred to was sitting next to her wearing the same dark suit he always wore and the trench coat. “Yes, that’s right and the first thing you do when you see-“
“Now, Castiel before we come to the serious part, why don’t you tell something about yourself. We’re all dying to know what it is like to be an angel. Is heaven really like in the bible?”
Castiel frowned at the question. This had nothing to do with his mission. “But I’m here to explain how to fight monst-“
“Yes, yes, all in good time, but the viewers are more interested in you. It’s not like we encounter a real angel every day! Now come on, don’t be shy. What about God? How does he look like?”
“This is an irrelevant question.” Castiel ignored the reporter and walked towards the camera. “Listen to me humans. I’m an angel of the world and I’m here to warn y-“
“Hey, what are you doing? This is my show and I’m the presentor! Get away from the camera!”
“But my mission…”
“Security!!”
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