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comment_ficHello! It's me again. Everyone was fabulous yesterday - there were some pretty awesome prompts given and some good fics received.
Today's theme is, because I am an evil, evil person and intend on wasting your whole day, TVTropes. Yes, THAT TVTropes. Always wanted your favorite characters to enact your favorite trope? Have at it! The idea here being to give a fandom, character/pairing/leave it up to the author, and link to a specific trope to be included in the prompt.
Rules: No more than 5 prompts (3 per fandom). After that you may only put up prompts when someone answers one of your previous prompts. If none of the prompts today appeal to you, dig into the Lonely Prompts archive here! There are lots of beautiful prompts waiting for you to write them. The prompts format should be: Fandom, Character/Pairing, prompt.
Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Susan, Battle Couple
Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Starbuck, Kiss Kiss Slap
Supernatural, Dean & Sam, Arson Murder And Jaywalking
(Regarding formatting, hyperlinking code is <a href= "link here" >title here< /a> without the spaces.)
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Today's theme is, because I am an evil, evil person and intend on wasting your whole day, TVTropes. Yes, THAT TVTropes. Always wanted your favorite characters to enact your favorite trope? Have at it! The idea here being to give a fandom, character/pairing/leave it up to the author, and link to a specific trope to be included in the prompt.
Rules: No more than 5 prompts (3 per fandom). After that you may only put up prompts when someone answers one of your previous prompts. If none of the prompts today appeal to you, dig into the Lonely Prompts archive here! There are lots of beautiful prompts waiting for you to write them. The prompts format should be: Fandom, Character/Pairing, prompt.
Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Susan, Battle Couple
Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Starbuck, Kiss Kiss Slap
Supernatural, Dean & Sam, Arson Murder And Jaywalking
(Regarding formatting, hyperlinking code is <a href= "link here" >title here< /a> without the spaces.)
[Theme tag="TVTropes"]
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Date: 2010-01-26 05:40 am (UTC)Criminal Minds, Reid/author's choice, What does this button do?
“So…what the hell does...does that button do?”
“I…am not actually sure!” Reid straightened suddenly, like a marionette being jerked into the air- Hotchner tried not to chuckle as the young man managed to leave not only his satchel but also his sweater behind as he tripped towards the button panel, winding up crouched in front of the display with his expression. “I, I know that every button is labeled with a letter, a, a letter that matches up with the floor level, right? But color coding—“
Hotchner checked his watch, again. They had been stuck for twenty minutes, twenty minutes without air conditioning or even any light besides the red glow of the emergency lights- the rep had said they’d get the elevator moving in ten more minutes…and Reid was getting agitated- he could only explain the functions of the circuitry so many times.
“I understand the schematics for, uh, for the buttons here but that one’s…lavender…that’s strange, uh…”
“Reid.” Hotchner leaned back into the wall, closing his eyes, rolling his sleeves up. “It’ll be okay.”
His voice was small—“I know. I just don’t like it.”
The dark-haired man let himself relax somewhat. He didn’t trust the maintenance people to get them out any time soon, so he might as well get comfortable. “You have an eidetic memory, Reid. Put it to use.”
He darted back to his corner, cradling his sweater to his chest, looking like he’d been trying not to even breathe and shake the elevator—
“Tell me a story, Reid. Or poetry. Just…distract yourself.”
“Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone;” recited the young man quickly, closing his eyes, fingers digging into the fabric. And Hotchner looked at the mirrored ceiling and watched. “Here doth the little night-owl make her throne, and the slight lizard show his jeweled head…”
There was worse company to have in an elevator, Hotch supposed. Much worse.