Friday: Last Lines
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mahmfic as your host for the week. Thank you all for sticking with me. Today's theme is Last lines You may realize that the last line in a book or fic are important. They need to leave the reader feeling satisfied, wowed, tearful, shocked, etc. The last line is the last impression you leave with the reader after all. Whatever your prompt is must be the last line used in the fill.
Rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Once A Upon A Time, Rumpelstiltskin, The truth is that no one will ever understand him.
Doctor Who, Amy, Her Doctor, her Raggedy Man.
Not a fan of today's theme? Try the lonely prompts.
And have a utterly marvelous weekend!
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mahmfic as your host for the week. Thank you all for sticking with me. Today's theme is Last lines You may realize that the last line in a book or fic are important. They need to leave the reader feeling satisfied, wowed, tearful, shocked, etc. The last line is the last impression you leave with the reader after all. Whatever your prompt is must be the last line used in the fill.Rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Once A Upon A Time, Rumpelstiltskin, The truth is that no one will ever understand him.
Doctor Who, Amy, Her Doctor, her Raggedy Man.
Not a fan of today's theme? Try the lonely prompts.
And have a utterly marvelous weekend!
tag=lastlines
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Date: 2012-11-16 08:07 am (UTC)I could go on (if you want me to) - PG
Date: 2012-11-19 06:25 am (UTC)"Yeah, Ted?" Barney rubbed at his eyebrow with his sleeve, nearly spilling beer over the side of his glass, and down his face. Ted's mouth quirked at one corner, but when nothing happened after that, except Barney taking another drink, it faded.
Dragging in a long breath, Ted cocked his head to one side, just an inch or so. Letting his thoughts marinate a little more.
"Ted?" Barney asked again, glass clanking heavily upon the glossy surface of the table.
Ted swayed to one side, swinging his head back into place. "Are you drunk enough?"
Barney chuckled, like they were about to form an inside joke. "For what?"
"For me to tell you about someone who likes you without causing mayhem?"
Barney's forehead creased, eyebrows dipping down. His lips pouted out a bit and then he licked them before saying, "Sure," with a shrug. "Just don't tell me if she's hot or not and it won't be a problem. - Is she hot?" he asked quickly, eyebrows waggling, with a leer of a smile on his face.
Laughing, Ted said, "I'm not telling you if anyone is hot or not."
"Yeah, it's better that way anyway..." Barney said with a sigh.
"Yeah," Ted said, raising his eyebrows on a breath. "Uh, anyway."
Barney waved a hand out in front of him, on a roll, inviting Ted to speak his mind.
"So this person - um - Te... resa. Really, actually, I think, has fallen in love with you. Which I know, how disgusting for you. But sometimes, I figure, it's nice to know someone's in love with you, even if you're not in love with them back." Ted paused, sticking out his lower lip, slick with spit, and then pulled it back in. He looked into his glass. And then peeked up at Barney at an angle, chin nearly to his chest. "Right?"
With a look that said 'I'm in a deep way of thinking' but meant 'I'm being a douchebag on purpose' - looking up to the left, with his lips stiffly together, Barney didn't have to say anything. But, of course... he did. "No. No, not right at all, Teddy, m' boy. See, knowing something like that just sort of off-sets everything. I mean think about it, how have you felt every time you've broken up with someone who had no idea it was coming?"
"Awful." - "Awful," Barney said at the same time, "Exactly. Awful. Now, you may know that I care much much less about these sort of things, but. It there it goes, still making me wonder a million questions that I neither have the time, nor proper capacity to care for. Understand?"
"Sure," Ted said, face dropping slightly as he let the liqour warm him further. "But I just wanted you to know that. That Teresa is in love with you. You know, in case you ever need - the comfort or something."
Barney was already rambling about something else demeaning as Ted added, in a drunken haze he thought he had mostly passed up this evening, "Or for my own. Both, I guess."
"What?" Barney asked, eyebrows up halfway to his hairline, but his eyes were tired and there was nothing on inside, so far as Ted could tell.
"You probably wouldn't care," Ted told him, then slid out of the booth. He slapped a hand onto Barney's shoulder. "Yeah. But at least," Ted added, lifting his fingers to the ceiling in a Shakespearean fashion (Barney had the grace to watch it rise before swallowing the burp in his throat and looking back at glass in his hand), "It was all true..."
Except for the name.
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Date: 2012-11-16 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-11-16 08:13 am (UTC)doctor who, amy pond; raggedy
Date: 2012-11-16 12:19 pm (UTC)She never thought she would leave him.
She thought she'd be there until the end; until he got rid of her, asked her to leave. (And she'd hoped, for the longest time, that he wouldn't ask her to go, that he'd keep her around together.)
There were times, when she was young, that she almost doubted, but she focused instead on the memory she was sure she had - herself, that night, when she sat outside all night until her fingers froze and she was sure he wouldn't come back.
("This is the story of Amy Pond," he told her, very serious. "This is your story, Amelia.")
And now she's leaving him, leaving because she can no longer stay. Not with her Rory gone, torn from her.
He begs her not to leave, her Doctor, but she has to.
"Goodbye," she whispers, reaching out to him.
He crumples, and then she's gone, never to see him again. (Her Doctor, her Raggedy Man.)
Re: doctor who, amy pond; raggedy
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Date: 2012-11-16 09:53 am (UTC)Passion AU.
Date: 2012-11-19 05:19 am (UTC)Especially when said addition had grown her spirit back and broken out.
Spike whistled as he checked him over. "No broken legs," he commented, quite unnecessarily in Angelus's opinion. But Spike did have a tendency to hold a grudge. "Must've been right all along, old man. Slayer did love you truly."
Angelus ignored the ensuing snicker. "Not everyone can be slower than a crumbling organ," he shot back, and didn't care to watch as Spike's insolence turned into a defensive growl. Instead he held his hand out to his darkhaired childe, who seemed delighted to take it and wrap herself in his arm until she was pressed against him. "Well, Dru," he said, rubbing his nose against her forehead, "our little girl has flown the nest."
Drusilla ran her hands around him, hitting the sorest spots with unnerving accuracy. Unlike her lover, she wasn't fooled by a clean change of clothes and enough fresh blood in his system to heal the minor wounds and bruises. "Was she very angry I told on her?"
Angelus laughed. "I think she expected it, my dearest."
Her thumbnail traced a wavering line above his heart, ghosting the path a stake had taken not many hours before. "Are you angry, then?" she asked, her pout a picture of contriteness.
Spike stepped closer, a wary look in his eye as he glanced between them. Foolish boy. A proper lover knew when his lady could fend for herself. "Now, don't go blaming-"
He caught Spike's eyes for a second, and then Angelus dipped in to kiss Dru. "Of course not, darling," he said against her lips, taking his time to punctuate his approval with a long lick across her cheek.
He straightened as Drusilla was pulled away from him, but the look they shared told more of amusement and forbeareance for the young, impetuous one.
Spike crossed his arms around his lover's body. "Don't know what you're doing here, when little Blondie must be halfway to California."
Angelus shrugged. "She'll be easy to find."
The implication didn't take long to sink in. "She wouldn't-"
"She's the Slayer." And among Buffy's many faults, her clinging belief in duty had been the most annoying. She's just never stopped whining about it. "Of course she'll head straight to the Hellmouth."
"There are others," Spike pointed out.
True, but inconsequential. His girl was a creature of habit - he rubbed his chest - otherwise she'd have succeeded in killing the man with her boyfriend's face.
"She doesn't know how to break," Dru giggled suddenly, curling herself into Spike's embrace and nipping his chin to get his attention. "Sweet child, runs from us and forgets herself."
"Forgot? No way," Spike ground out. "The Slayer is gone, and good riddance, too."
"Such a shortsighted view. Think, Spike. Think." Sunnydale was a ceremony away from hell-on-earth, if rumors could be trusted. Buffy's little band was either gone, dead, or suffering - and she expected to fit back in? After they'd been forced to stand in her stead? After she'd used that time to discover that nothing was sacred on the quest to stay alive? "It doesn't matter whether her world thrusts her back out or she returns on her own." He chuckled, picturing Buffy's face when she understood this particular truth. "Either way, I win."
Re: Passion AU.
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Date: 2012-11-16 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-16 10:12 am (UTC)not a fill but...
Date: 2012-11-18 02:23 am (UTC)Parker (from Leverage) steals Smauglock's (Sherlock and Smaug from The Hobbit - same actor http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQMiAc6luF8/T4T3UtFFZ1I/AAAAAAAABgk/FLIXuuHrj1E/s1600/smauglock_by_sevloveslily-d4nqhwn.jpg) hoard. My brain. Is crazy.
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