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comment_ficHey everyone,
Let's have another Free For All post while I sort out modding positions. (If you're interesting in being a codemonkey, head of the codemonkeys, calendar and guest host mod, please PM me).
You all know the rules. :D
Let's play!
Let's have another Free For All post while I sort out modding positions. (If you're interesting in being a codemonkey, head of the codemonkeys, calendar and guest host mod, please PM me).
You all know the rules. :D
Let's play!
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Date: 2012-09-03 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 05:42 pm (UTC)Good as new
Date: 2012-09-05 11:40 am (UTC)Jessie's painted-on smile is retouched every few years.
Even when the visitors leave, they must stand to attention. This museum is filled with other precious, untouchable things: for decades, now, Stinky Pete has been facing a glass cabinet filled with jewelled goblets. For Stinky Pete, even gold has surely lost its lustre.
What was she thinking about, again? Jessie loses her train of thought, sometimes.
Oh, yes.
Even when the last security guard has left, the Round-Up Gang does not dare to blink. Cameras line the walls, and any life would be caught, dissected, and analysed.
For the longest time, Jessie was terrified of storage, but when it finally came, she was relieved. They'd covered her in layers to keep her pristine; she let the fibrous black shroud tickle her nose, and, at last, closed her eyes.
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Date: 2012-09-03 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 10:13 pm (UTC)He's waited so long for this day to come - and it's not like he hasn't done enough to sabotage its arrival. Now, he wonders if all the schemes, all the times he came so close to crossing the line and throwing it all away - he wonders if it was indeed a form of self-sabotage.
He wonders when he stopped wanting to run.
Peter smiles, blinking a little too rapidly as he clips the wire that fastens the tracking anklet onto Neal's leg, his breath a little shaky as he speaks in a bright, congratulatory tone.
"Congratulations, Neal. You've earned it."
Neal isn't sure he really has - and he isn't sure he wants it.
He can't imagine not coming into this office every morning, not spending his days with Peter, not doing what he's done every day for the last four years, which has become every bit as satisfying as any heist he ever pulled off.
He's waited for this day for four years - and he's beginning to realize what he'll be waiting for from now on.
He wonders if that day for which he'll now be waiting will ever actually come.
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 06:35 pm (UTC)Fill: Peter Grant, Strawman-Seducer (Rivers of London)
Date: 2012-09-03 10:22 pm (UTC)"How did you seduce my daughter?" he asked, in a mild sort of voice that made the more delicate fairies in the audience pale and tremble.
I shrugged.
His daughter, Princess Caitlin (Kitty to her friends) was a magnificent bull dyke, and I lacked several important qualifications for seducing her. Not that I hadn't tried - her garage brought all the boys to the yard - but I quickly learned that she and Tyburn were pretty permanently an item, and I wasn't going to mess with that.
It was kind of romantic, anyway, and I loved it when Ty owed me a favour - so when Kitty and Lady Ty decided to elope, I volunteered to be their decoy and temporary beard, to buy them time to gather their troops. Mostly because Caitlin was the kind of princess you couldn't really kidnap without serious military backup, no matter how eager she was to be kidnapped.
"Mortal," said the fairy king, "let me clarify your position. If you tell me where my daughter is, right now, and beg the court's forgiveness, you can hope for a quick and gentle death. If you keep silent, you will first be drawn and quartered by tortoises, and then you will be raised from the death and I will find carefully research all the archaic punishments now considered too cruel to use on our people, and inflict them on you one by one."
I shrugged and said I demanded a lawyer.
The fairy king rose, presumably to summon the turtles, but before he could say anything, there was a grand rumble in the distance. I slumped in relief, because Ty had succeeded.
The Rivers of London were knocking at the door.
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:46 pm (UTC)Honey, you and me and no one,
Just believe,
Come on.
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:48 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, Harry never feared anything again – nothing was frightening after death
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 06:49 pm (UTC)Lawless, author’s choice, 5 ways the Bondurant brothers killed Rakes and the one way he killed them all
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 06:49 pm (UTC)Lawless, Bondurants, bloodied hands and bruised hearts
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:50 pm (UTC)Lawless, Forrest Bondurant, invincible
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:50 pm (UTC)Sky High, Warren Peace, we were children, once
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:53 pm (UTC)Fill: Boys of Summer, Bart/Milhouse 1/2
Date: 2012-09-03 08:33 pm (UTC)It’s not what he expected, when he asked Bart around for drinks, a few hours ago.
Milhouse is only in town for a few days, swinging through on his way east to west, to his first real job after college. He hasn’t been back to Springfield since the summer of his freshman year, when his dad moved for away for good. His mom was already long gone by then, and Milhouse still gets rambling emails from her about the majesty of the Southwest. He just forwards them to his dad, it’s his way of keeping the family together. He’s not even sure his dad has a computer or anything, they’ve lost touch awhile ago.
Bart’s got a farmer’s tan from his construction gig, a line of tanned, brown skin again pale, and he takes off his t-shirt and then his pants and turns to Milhouse to say -- “Hey man, this place got a pool?”
Milhouse nods, and follows him down. He knows he ought ask more questions, like: what the fuck, man? What are you on? And, more importantly, why? But Bart’s got a way of making Milhouse slip back into his old role as his right-hand man, the kid who’s so grateful to be in Bart’s orbit that he doesn’t think twice about doing anything that Bart tells him to.
His mom, frustrated, asked once, “If Bart jumped off a bridge, would you do that too?”
And Milhouse said, “Yeah! If Bart’s doing it, there’s gotta be good reason for it.” Even if the reason was that Bart thought it would be cool to smash your face against concrete, just to see what it felt like to have a mouth full of broken teeth.
It’s a small miracle that either of them survived their childhoods.
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 08:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-09-03 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-13 05:18 pm (UTC)Cold Comfort (http://archiveofourown.org/works/511172)
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Date: 2012-09-03 07:21 pm (UTC)nofill
Date: 2012-09-04 01:03 am (UTC)Re: nofill
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