Þriðjudagur - Three Words
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Day two is up and today’s theme is Three Words. That means your prompt has to be three words, no more and no less, and the writer has to connect/include them in their reply.
To make things easier on our code-monkeys, only 3 prompts per genre and 5 prompts in a row. If your prompt gets answered feel free to leave another one and don´t forget to thank the writer. Also remember the correct formatting:
House MD, House/Wilson, Sneakers, jacket and a cane.
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, Fire, blankets and stars.
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Diner, hotel and a car.
If the fic contains spoilers remember to put spoiler-alerts at the top and three spaces, at least a week after the episode has aired.
If nothing sparks your interest here is a list of Lonely Prompts that need fics.
Happy writing.
theme tag=ThreeWords
Day two is up and today’s theme is Three Words. That means your prompt has to be three words, no more and no less, and the writer has to connect/include them in their reply.
To make things easier on our code-monkeys, only 3 prompts per genre and 5 prompts in a row. If your prompt gets answered feel free to leave another one and don´t forget to thank the writer. Also remember the correct formatting:
House MD, House/Wilson, Sneakers, jacket and a cane.
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, Fire, blankets and stars.
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Diner, hotel and a car.
If the fic contains spoilers remember to put spoiler-alerts at the top and three spaces, at least a week after the episode has aired.
If nothing sparks your interest here is a list of Lonely Prompts that need fics.
Happy writing.
theme tag=ThreeWords
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Date: 2009-11-24 09:42 am (UTC)For good (House/Wilson)
Date: 2009-11-24 12:11 pm (UTC)Re: For good (House/Wilson)
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Date: 2009-11-24 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 09:43 am (UTC)clichéd and beloved - gennish, PG, anytime before season 3
Date: 2009-12-19 03:33 pm (UTC)Nomads, Dean once called them. That fits now, too.
Dean glances out the window as Alice(or Susie or Becky or Lizzy) sashays away. "The car's fine," Sam tells him. "I've been watching; those punks haven't come back to mess with her."
"Good," Dean says, meeting Sam's gaze. "Imma kick their asses, Sammy. That alright with you?”
Sam looks past him to the Impala, gleaming in the hot afternoon light. "Yeah," he answers quietly.
This is home, after all, this clichéd little diner, that hotel room waiting up the road, and the Impala in the parking lot. This is home, and you protect your home from invaders, from threats and outsiders.
Dean greets Mandy(or Ethel or Lorraine or Candice) with a wide grin as she hands over their drinks and asks if they’re ready.
“Why yes, young lady,” he drawls, “we sure are.”
Sam ducks his head to hide his smile.
Yeah, he thinks, this is home.
RE: clichéd and beloved - gennish, PG, anytime before season 3
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Date: 2009-11-24 09:49 am (UTC)Elevator doors (For lack of a better name)
Date: 2010-02-13 01:05 pm (UTC)Piz stood across the street watching as a happy Veronica entered the Neptune Grand wrapped snugly under Logan Echolls arm. He had more than a fleeting hope that the summer apart would bring Veronica back to him but it now seemed that the hundreds of miles between them had instead pushed her into the arms of her ex-boyfriend. He watched til they were out of sight, unbelieving that this could actually be happening. The girl he liked, maybe even loved, would never drape herself over Logan Echolls while waiting for an elevator. Maybe this was the finally wakeup call because he knew what Veronica was like with Logan, he had heard enough stories from Wallace, and if she wasn’t being herself with him than maybe he wasn’t the boy for her. But she was hard to let go of. She was the first girl at college to see him as boyfriend material, as a kissable, likable, make secret handshakes and introduce to fathers kind of boyfriend and maybe that was part of the reason he was so reluctant to let go.
But as the elevator doors shut, trapping the couple from his view, he couldn’t help but feel that she never should have been his, after all the things she would do to Logan were things she never even considered doing to him and he could imagine what those things where. After all he wasn’t born yesterday.
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 10:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:10 am (UTC)Angels
Date: 2009-11-24 02:48 pm (UTC)He shoves the Archangel's boots over and sits down, digs his books out of his bag, and tosses them on the table.
Dean and Castiel are next door, because trailing two angels who come and go at will is starting to make the search for living space more interesting.
Also, Dean and Gabriel have a tendency to try and kill each other if left alone for five minutes.
"Do you think you could go a full day without doing something ridiculous to Dean?"
"No," Gabriel tells him. "It's a terrible compulsion I have, I find him very annoying."
Sam sighs, and he's quiet for long enough that Gabriel pokes him with his boot.
"Besides that's what Castiel is for isn't it. His very own guardian angel, all pretty and innocent and not quite covered in the grubby finger marks and boot prints of humanity yet."
"I'm lost at the part where that's a bad thing," Sam admits honestly.
Gabriel pulls a face, like he's actually thinking about explaining it, but then it's gone and he huffs amusement instead.
Sam waves a hand.
"Look, whatever, I'm just letting them have their-" Sam hesitates to say 'privacy' because that sounds kind of sordid, considering.
Gabriel smirks at him, like he knows exactly what he's thinking.
"They don't need privacy for what they're doing."
"Which is?"
"Having pillow fights and braiding feathers into each other's hair," Gabriel suggests, sounding thoroughly disgusted.
"I'm pretty sure that's not what they're doing," Sam accuses.
"Well, they're not having sex, I'd know about that, trust me." There's no doubt that Gabriel thinks life would be more interesting if they were.
"I don't think that's really a pressing issue what with the world ending and everything," Sam points out. Though it's not like he hasn't wondered himself a time or too. They do spend a lot of time alone together, and they're always giving each other meaningful looks.
And, God, he wishes he hasn't just thought that.
"No, it's because your brother's too much of a pussy to admit he wants to bang Castiel so hard coins come out," Gabriel says flatly.
Sam winces.
"Thank you for that mental image, really, that's nice."
Gabriel spreads his hands in an 'I live to amuse you' sort of gesture.
Sam sighs and eyes the wall separating their rooms in a disturbed sort of way, because he's thinking about it now. He wonders if there's any sort of...magical angel sigils that can soundproof a motel room.
"So what were you planning on doing."
Gabriel snorts and knocks his boot, not entirely accidentally, into Sam's back when he jiggles it.
"Much as the idea of sitting here watching them pine disgustingly over each other does amuse me, a little, I'm sure I could find something more interesting to do-"
Sam stares at him, waiting to see if there's anything else.
Because he's starting to understand that with Gabriel there's always something else.
Gabriel slides his hand into his pocket and drags out something which clinks and shines silver in the lamplight.
"Or I could handcuff you to the bed and do obscene things to you, that you'll probably be ashamed to remember for the rest of your natural life."
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 11:52 pm (UTC)Plus she wanted things from him that he’d never give her like commitment and fidelity. It wasn’t even like she was actually putting out either. It was way more work being with her and he wasn’t getting anything out of it. He was happy they’re broken up. His stupid dreams about her coming too him at night or her being his perfect Jewish bride were nothing but stupid dreams. They’d go away as soon as he stopped eating strange things before he went to bed. Just like the urges to get her slushies would go away or the one ask her to wash his hair or hold her hand or protect her from the other football players would go away. He just had to find something else to think about.
Puck was snapped out of his mental external monologue by Brittany touching him.
“I think your in love,” Brittany said putting her hand on his shoulder.
“What?” Puck said spinning around glaring out the blond.
“Well I mean, I’ve never been in love what that’s what it like on TV,” Brittney said smiling at him.
Puck glared at her slapping away the hand she laid on him.
“I wasn’t even asking you, stupid,” he snapped stalking off, “Me, in love with Rachel Berry, what a joke.”
“Well but I'm the only person here," she pointed out, "Unless you're like that girl, you know the one that hides in the janitors old office and talks to her teddy, she's so nice you know she always helps me with Mr. Schuester class."
Puck gave Brittany one last glare as he stalked out shoving an incoming Kurt as he went.
“What was that all about,” Kurt asked having not heard any of Pucks muttering.
“Pucks in love,” Brittany told Kurt with a sigh, “He’s not taking it too well.”
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 01:51 am (UTC)It was whiskey, music, and lyrics.
It was fucking, coming, and doing it all over again.
It was Chris wrapped up in Steve, wishing that weekend would never end.
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-25 01:32 am (UTC)Dean nodded, but Eliot raised an eyebrow.
"A demonic road trip?" he clarified.
"We need all the help we can get, and I know you're a good man in a fight."
The scariest thing was that Dean was dead serious. Eliot took a look pull on his beer.
"I'm in."
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 10:21 am (UTC)(Either as a foursome or as multiple permutations thereof.)
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-24 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-25 01:27 am (UTC)Lucifer had done quite a number on Castiel, and it was clear to Dean that the angel would die along with his host. Castiel’s eyes blazed in his ashen face, as though all that was left in him was concentrated there. Dean felt powerless and excessively human; there was nothing he could do to stop the pain.
Taken the fallen angel’s hand in his, Dean urged Castiel to look at him, hoping to distract him long enough to ease his passing, though what exactly he was passing into was anybody’s guess. When the light went out in his eyes, Dean bowed his head and whispered an urgent prayer to the father Castiel had searched for in vain; he could only hope that the Father would welcome him home.
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Date: 2009-11-24 10:33 am (UTC)