Friday: Texts from Last Night
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comment_ficFor my last day hosting this week, I'm bringing back a personal favorite, Texts from Last Night. Pick a text or a few from that site and pair it with a fandom (or make it author's choice) or make up a text for a fandom (or author's choice), and then make it a prompt! A friendly reminder: the site, as well as possibly some of these prompts, may not be SFW.
The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Leverage, Eliot, i've been hiding in the laundry chute for like thirty minutes from her. not my manliest moment. but dude this is awesome
Sherlock, any, I just want to let it be known that I almost put my phone in the fridge.
Author's choice, "so explain again why im purple" "no"
Nothing inspiring you today? Why not go through the lonely prompts?
Have a good weekend, and sorry about the double post earlier (this post turned on the LJ spam filter for me for some reason)!
tag=TextsFromLastNight
The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Leverage, Eliot, i've been hiding in the laundry chute for like thirty minutes from her. not my manliest moment. but dude this is awesome
Sherlock, any, I just want to let it be known that I almost put my phone in the fridge.
Author's choice, "so explain again why im purple" "no"
Nothing inspiring you today? Why not go through the lonely prompts?
Have a good weekend, and sorry about the double post earlier (this post turned on the LJ spam filter for me for some reason)!
tag=TextsFromLastNight
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Date: 2012-07-20 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-20 04:34 pm (UTC)when the officer asked him if he had been drinking, he just goes, "yeah, you?" then falls onto the table.
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Date: 2012-07-20 04:35 pm (UTC)yes i am an adult who snuck out of my parents house to cuddle with a guy and then came home and listened to taylor swift. judge me all you want.
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Date: 2012-07-20 04:37 pm (UTC)This is a great bar, except you can't even randomly burst into song without them assuming you're drunk and cutting you off.
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Date: 2012-12-26 09:35 am (UTC)Blaine and Kurt laughed at their friend in unison. For whatever reason they did find that they loved the little bar two blocks down from their loft. There was only one problem that they could see with it but neither boy had found the courage to share the information with Rachel.
Taking a sip from her cosmo she continued, “You know I have the perfect song for this moment.”
“Ah Rachel…” Blaine started.
“No,” Rachel cut in, “I am singing. You’re not going to stop me. Now I have an even better song. Don’t tell me not to live, just sit and putter, life’s candy and the suns a ball of butter, Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade. ”
“Alright,” the bartender said as he picked up her glass, “You’re cut off.”
“Wait, I’ve only had one,” Rachel protested.
The bartender shrugged, “Singing means your drunk which gets you cut off.”
“Oh my God, this place is awful. How could like it here.” Rachel complained when the bartender left.
Kurt shrugged, “Blaine tried to warn you. It’s just the way it is here.”
“So we have to hold in songs.”
Blaine nodded, “It’s that or drink at home.”
Rachel smiled, “Well we do have karaoke there.”
“I’m so in for drunk karaoke,” Kurt replied grabbing his jacket off the back of his stool.
“Let’s do this!”
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Date: 2012-07-20 04:39 pm (UTC)You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
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Date: 2012-07-20 08:25 pm (UTC)"That's what you said last time, and I had to carry you out of there while Eliot knocked out half the bar. I'm glad you feel like you can have a drink and we've still got your back, but I think you're starting to take advantage of the situation."
"But they have the fruity drinks with the paper umbrellas."
"We can't go back there anyway."
"What? Why? It's not my fault things got out of hand."
"You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar."
"Look, why don't we all just chillax here, have a beer, pull up something on Tivo."
"....No, that's fine. Nevermind. I'll just go for a climb or something."
"Hey, that new place just opened up on 4th. We haven't been banned from it yet."
"I don't want to take advan--"
"Parker! Just get in the damn truck."
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Date: 2012-07-20 04:53 pm (UTC)EGL 253: American Innocence (Part 1)
Date: 2015-02-02 07:27 am (UTC)On Fridays, Professor Fitz teaches his favorite class, EGL 253: American Innocence. The course runs from 9:15-10:20. He loves the class, mostly because he loves the novels he gets to cover in it. He’s also fond of the time and day, since it’s his last class before the weekend.Coincidentally, that hour comes at the same time as Aria’s free period.
He swears he didn’t plan that. (He’s lying).
Sometimes she’ll come to Hollis and sit in on his class. She’ll sneak in and beeline to the back of the room. She always changes where she sits. It’s like a game, trying to find her amongst his thirty other students. Of course, he’s certain he could recognize Aria in a classroom of three hundred. She listens intently, taking notes and asking and answering questions just like his other students. Yet he can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks when she gives him those looks, the heat that rises when she leans forward, just far enough that he can see the very top of whatever bra she’s chosen that day.
They usually end up in his office pretty quickly after class, but she can never stay long; her day is just beginning.
Sometimes, if she can’t come in, she’ll call him before class starts. It’s those calls that make him miss teaching at Rosewood, where he could see her every day. But he knows that it’s better in the long run for him to be at Hollis, so he takes what he can get.
EGL 253: American Innocence (Part 2)
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Date: 2012-07-20 05:15 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds, Reid/your choice,
Do you know how to give stiches?
I do not...this text concerns me
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Date: 2012-07-20 05:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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From:Fill (Criminal Minds): Just don't move - PG
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Date: 2012-07-20 05:54 pm (UTC)I'm not a real person
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I'm sorry, everyone knows that
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Date: 2012-07-20 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-20 07:34 pm (UTC)untitled - Jensen, PG, pre-movie
Date: 2012-07-21 03:14 am (UTC)Jake Jensen is not your normal geek. Okay, so that's obvious, what with being all black-ops and stuff, but, seriously. He's not. And his whole life, people have given him shit for bucking expectations. He's made it into an artform, alright? He's kickass, and he’s fucking smart (like, really, he is fucking smart, okay?) and he's funny, and he's dangerous. Don't let the babble fool you, or the shirts, or the computer.
All Jake Jensen needs to rule the world is a computer in one hand and caffeine in the other.
But he knows how to blend in. Really, he does. It’s the only reason he’s lived to see twenty-five, and meet his team. And he loves them, really he does, but it took awhile, because Jake Jensen does not trust easily, oh no he doesn’t. He’s been burned, and scarred, and beaten into the ground, and he survives, he always survives, him and Jess. (And Jilly, she’s getting so big now, and everything he does, he does for her.)
So, Clay seems like a good man, and Roque’s trying so hard to be scary, and Pooch does his best to keep the peace, and Cougar stares. Cougar stares an awful lot, but Jake just stares back. Sometimes, he even raises an eyebrow or grins, showing all his teeth.
Okay, seriously, the whole point. Jake got dumped on the Losers, everyone’s favorite group of expert screw-ups who can’t work with other people, as his last stop on the way out the door, because he can blend in and take all sorts of shit, but he won’t roll over and be stomped on. He gets punched, he’ll punch back with credit ratings and creatively edited classified information, and there is never any evidence because he’s too good for that – but, the problem is, he’s too good. There are maybe five people in the world as good as him. So, yeah, no evidence. But also no other suspects.
Anyway, the Losers. His last chance. And the higher-ups really don’t want Jake to go, because it’s either working for The Man or against The Man, and they’d have no chance. Like, none. At all. So it’s either make this work or vanish into some other shady program and be shackled to a desk until he dies (probably from a bullet to the back of his head, execution style).
But he’s done rolling over. He’s done taking it.
Fuck, he’s done blending in.
So, a month into his tenure with Clay and his boys, Jake gets right up in Roque’s face and tells him, “If you keep fucking with me, I will make it so you were never born.” No bullshit, no blinking. Just Jake the survivor, staring this big scary man in the eyes and knowing what he can and cannot do.
And Roque nods, and steps back, and Jake breathes out a quiet sigh of relief. Because he thinks he might’ve finally found his place, and he doesn’t want to go, not again.
“You got balls, kid,” Roque rumbles as he stalks out the door.
Jake smiles and throws himself onto his bunk, pulling his laptop over. It’s Jilly’s first day at pre-k and he needs to make sure she’s happy or else he’ll be destroying someone. Again.
(Really, Jess, did you expect anything less?)
“Hey, Cougar,” he says without looking up. “You actually gonna talk today or just stare?”
No answer. Of course not.
Jake thinks this might be home, for awhile, at least.
(But he doesn’t trust these men. Not yet.)
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