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[lirazel]

I’m…all keyed up for some reason? And bored? So pick one of my icons and I’ll write a drabble-esque thingie for it? Possibly, if I get inspired? I make no guarantees?

Or hey, if you just want to prompt me, I’ll write you a three sentence fic? I don’t even know. Give me things to write and if they strike my fancy I will write them. If they don't, you will be disappointed. Either way, it distracts me.

Have an Andrew icon. Oh, isn’t he pretty?

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[mollivanders.livejournal.com]

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So, I just want to prompt you. And be predictable.

Ron/Hermione, these are a few of my favorite things

SCHMOOP ALERT!!!!!

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Their home is full of books, of course, and there are always Quidditch odds and ends scattered about—gloves, a spare broom, a magazine with the Cannons flying across the glossy front page, old pictures of Ron waving merrily in his Gryffindor Keeper’s uniform--and you can never be sure where you’ll discover a stray Chocolate Frog. The house smells of parchment and mown grass wafting in through open windows in the summer and any house containing a Weasley should come with a guarantee that it’ll never be totally quiet and people are always Flooing in and out without invitation and that ghastly burnt orange armchair Ron insists on keeping clashes horribly with the rest of the comfortable-but-sophisticated décor she picked out and the best cleaning spells in the world, inherited from Molly Weasley herself, can’t quite manage to get rid of all of the hair Crookshanks sheds.

It’s a bit of a mess, really, Hermione sighs in exasperation one day after returning home from work, feet aching and eyes blurry, knowing she won’t find the time to straighten up tonight: but Ron’s laugh is echoing through the hallway, and she can hear the pounding of her children’s feet as they race to greet her, and, well, it’s home.

[viorica8957.livejournal.com]

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Bonnie thinks it’ll never be like it was before. Caroline will make a sudden movement that’s far too quick for human eyes to track, or she’ll make some joke with Stefan about her favorite flavor of bunnies, or Bonnie will pause in the middle of whatever battle they’re fighting this week and glance up to see black eyes and blood and fangs where her best friend’s face used to be. And when that happens, she’ll feel like she’s going to choke on the strangeness of Caroline now, on the utter certainty of her otherness, her not-a-human-anymore-ness.

But the are other times when Damon is an ass—inappropriately flirting with Elena, playing too casual with human lives, stroking his own ego--when Caroline catches her eye and heaves a sigh accompanied by a rolling of her eyes, and it’s exactly, exactly like it used to be.

[angearia.livejournal.com]

I AM ALL OVER THIS!



Prompt: When did Dawn become the one she could lean on and tell all her secrets to?

set in my comics!verse! just for you, Emmie! although with limited Dawn-ness--sorry!

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

She manages to keep it to herself for all of a day and a half, mostly by distracting herself by packing and planning and all of the other things involved in moving. But she really doesn’t have that much stuff (all of her heaviest baggage is of the emotional variety), and so she runs out of things to do by the next afternoon, and it’s all she can think about—that she and Spike are going to do this, and hopefully do it right this time, and there’s all this potential bubbling up inside of her, hope shooting through her veins and making her giddy and restless, and she has to tell someone before she bursts.

Dawn squeals and claps her hands and launches off into a ramble about where to get the best Italian takeout in town, and Buffy grins, feeling for the first time in such a long time that she’s really living, that between her jewel of a sister, the friends who will never abandon her, and this new thing with Spike, she might just be building a life for herself (it feels really…good).

[louise39.livejournal.com]

one of your icons: no more black by massive note

apparently i'm on a schmoop kick today

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, when they were simpler, even if the world wasn’t, he thought he could take away all her pain by riding her world of the color black. It didn’t work, of course, because it never does, and memories—his, this time—came bubbling up hot and thick and dangerous as lava and it was she who did the comforting, and after that the world just got darker and more complicated, and she had new sorrows, many of them created by him (he still thinks he did the right thing, but he also knows he’ll never really forgive himself for hurting her when all he’s ever wanted to do is make her happy).

But now he sees the smile on her face as she watches their son dipping the brush into the watercolors, and when T picks the black and uses it to paint his own hair on the stick-figure body on the paper—flanked on either side by representations of his parents, of course—Tony thinks that maybe avoiding the black wasn’t the right way to go about it after all.

[petzipellepingo.livejournal.com]

I’m…all keyed up for some reason? And bored?
It could be the weather, I'm feeling the same way. Or else I'm just exhausted from a marathon cooking session last night. Anyway...


"Points to icon"

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

There’s a gnawing fear that lurks around the corners of Anita’s mind as she moves through her day, focusing on getting her stitches just right and mothering Maria or exploring every inch of Bernardo’s body. No matter what, she can never forget that when he leaves her, he goes out into a world that’s just as desperate and violent, in its own way, as the one they left behind when they came to this Land of Promise, and her nightmares are full of little boys playing at a war that suddenly turns too real, and even as she presses her sticky skin against his, she thinks she can smell the scent of blood.

But when they dance, the world is music and color and movement and joy, and she forgets to worry, just for a little while.

[magisterequitum.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling restless today too. There's something in the air.

We have the same icon, so the one I'm using. Feel free to do whatever you want with it. :)

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Her looks are a double-edged sword: on the one hand, no one ever forgets her, and she’s always the first one her bosses call on to “be the face” of whatever cause they’re currently touting on the talking head shows; on the other, if the average woman has to work twice as hard to accomplish the same things as a man, she has to work twice as hard as the average woman to be taken seriously and seen as more than just a pretty face. But somehow—somehow—she can’t quite bring herself to resent her looks, not when Sam gets that boyish grin on her face and calls her his “little blonde Republican sex kitten,” and the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice turns it into an endearment, one that lets her know that she’s always been so much more than that to him.

Besides, she likes how he blushes when she calls him her “Ivy League, pretty-boy bleeding heart.”

one day i shall learn to embed pics and all shall love me and despair

[laeria.livejournal.com]

http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/62874911/12569977

Or, if you're feeling less philosophical:

http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104570623/12569977

Also, didja watch BH? Did you love it? I can't watch till tomorrow, so please no spoilers pleasethanks, but what's your general rating on a scale of one to awesome?

forgive me for being ridiculous and self-indulgent

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lauren. She had way, way, way too many more emotions than she knew what to do with. Sometimes they would go off in her soul like a nuclear bomb, a light brighter than a supernova filling her up. She never used a simple word when an effusive word would do—“joy” is so much better than “happiness,” “heartbroken” is so much better than “sad,” “incandescent with rage” is so much better than “angry,” don’t you know? (She also liked insanely ridiculous adverbs.) And because she had tasted all of those intense, extreme, vivid flavors of emotions, she had no time for the pale, paltry, dingy emotions other people usually dealt in.

And so she was always dissatisfied.




It was good! It was very good! Love all over the place! It was kind of weird in that it felt more like a finale than a premiere to me? But not weird in a bad way. And it dealt with things I desperately wanted to be dealt with and gave me a new character to love, so I would definitely rate it as awesome!


To embed pics, you right-click and open the picture in a new window so that you have a direct link to it. Then you post

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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lauren. She had way, way, way too many more emotions than she knew what to do with. Sometimes they would go off in her soul like a nuclear bomb, a light brighter than a supernova filling her up. She never used a simple word when an effusive word would do—“joy” is so much better than “happiness,” “heartbroken” is so much better than “sad,” “incandescent with rage” is so much better than “angry,” don’t you know? (She also liked insanely ridiculous adverbs.) And because she had tasted all of those intense, extreme, vivid flavors of emotions, she had no time for the pale, paltry, dingy emotions other people usually dealt in.

And so she was always dissatisfied.




It was good! It was very good! Love all over the place! It was kind of weird in that it felt more like a finale than a premiere to me? But not weird in a bad way. And it dealt with things I desperately wanted to be dealt with and gave me a new character to love, so I would definitely rate it as awesome!


To embed pics, you right-click and open the picture in a new window so that you have a direct link to it. Then you post <img src = "link here" ***> only sans spaces and the asteriks. :D

[eilowyn.livejournal.com]

Someone on Buffyforums was making a Spuffy Season 9=Logan and Veronica predictive analogy, so I'm in the mood for something EPIC.

[angearia.livejournal.com]

That'd be Kingofcretins.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

There’s already been plenty of blood shed—mostly his—and God knows that it’s covered more than a few years. But they take care of the “continents”—plural—part quite by accident: she can’t help the punch to her gut she feels as she steps out of the cab in front of Duncan’s house in Brisbane and sees Logan for the first time since she joined the Bureau, when she packed up and moved across the country and told herself that he was just her high school sweetheart, part of the old life she was leaving behind, no room for him in the new, unlike her dad and Wallace and Mac, who she’ll always carry with her. He’s in his trunks, barefoot on the sand, swinging little Lilly up into the air and making her squeal with joy, and then, as though he’s psychically connected to her (she’d never joke about something like that with him; he probably believes it), he looks over and sees her, and she can see what he’s thinking written clearly in his eyes: “Our story is never over.”

[blackfrancine.livejournal.com]

WAIT. What does this mean? He predicted Spuffy would end like Veronica/Logan, or that it'd be epic? Blood shed, lives ruined. Epic. Because that already has happened, hasn't it?

I don't know why, but I feel like this is the most important question I've ever asked in my whole life, and I really hope you answer it. Because I must understand the predictive analogy.

[marketchippie.livejournal.com]

THREE LINES ABOUT THE LANNISTERS IF YOU PLEASE, MISS.

um. physically incapable of asking anything else. falalalalaaaa you're not shocked.

OMG I SORT OF WROTE INCEST FOR YOU. WHAT WHAT WHAT.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

IT HAS SERIOUSLY BEEN SO LONG SINCE I READ THESE BOOKS. I AM INTIMIDATED. NONETHELESS I WILL TRY. But only because I love you. I think I fail, though, and I apologize in advance.

Tyrion always thought--and made no secret of thinking it--that Cersei and Jaime's relationship was a twisted sort of narcissism: that when they looked at each other, they each might as well be looking in a mirror. And Cersei can't deny that part of what she loves about Jaime is seeing what she herself could have been had she not been born a woman: had she been able to fight for power straightforwardly, had she not been hampered by skirts and the conventions of femininity, had she been able to take up a sword. But more than the similarities, it is the differences that have always enthralled her; You're a pair if ever there was one, Tyrion says dryly, but neither he nor anyone else will ever never know the subtleties that mark their distinctions (Jaime's eyes are a shade closer to blue than her own--but no one would ever describe them as anything but green--his heart a degree closer to soft--though everyone knows that the Lannisters have hearts of stone--his mind a fraction closer to dull--though anyone who underestimates either of their sharpness will pay dearly) and it is in those differences that their relationship lives.

[snickfic]

Oh oh oh! This icon ("[bsg] of which reason knows not"), if you please. (Keeping in mind that I'm just now to the point in S2 when Helo, Sharon, and crew get back to the Galactica from Kobol.)

still more schmoooooop!

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Her skin feels like skin, or at least like a woman’s skin—warm and smoother than his, except where pilot training has created blisters and calluses that match his own almost exactly. She breathes and laughs and he’s seen her cry, and they have to stop for her to find a tree to relieve herself behind as often as they do for him, and even though he knows she isn’t human, he can’t bring himself to believe it. Or maybe it’s more simple than that: maybe he just loves her no matter what she is, and he just doesn’t care.

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Three-Sentence Edmund!

Or Sara/Colin if you're feeling adventurous. ;)

FAVORITE CROSSOVER OTP EVER EVER EVER

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

India is just like Mary described it—hot and strange with colors so bright they almost hurt his eyes—but it’s more, too, because when she was here, Mary hadn’t yet learned to see the magic that suffuses the air. The others of his party don’t seem to notice, but he’s sure that it shimmers gold and blue just this side of sight and tastes like spices and history.

When he comes around the corner of the ruins of the ancient temple, ageless stone all tumbled over and garlanded with vines, he sees the young woman standing very, very still and staring at nothing with an old, mysterious look on her face, and he thinks, She can see it, too.

[eldritchowl.livejournal.com]

michelle & jal being awesome/passing the bechdel test.

[gigi-tastic.livejournal.com]

  CURSE YOU FOR SUCH EPIC ICONS! It makes this so much harder... In other words I couldn't pick just one. Some may call it hedging my bets , others indecisiveness, I call it ... options?





Because Angel and Spike are funny when forced together.







I think EVERYONE on the internet know I love Anya something Fierce. Plus hello life motto.




Dr.Who Is epic. Thats why.

[ever-neutral.livejournal.com]

HP - (OUR) KING. :D :D :D