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ways_back_room2015-08-05 07:00 am
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Another one from thebattycakes:
Tag in with pups you want prompts for and others will tag back with an icon selection from that pup's journal and a prompt (word, phrase, first sentence, song lyric, etc.). Respond with a fic of any length!
thebattycakes:Tag in with pups you want prompts for and others will tag back with an icon selection from that pup's journal and a prompt (word, phrase, first sentence, song lyric, etc.). Respond with a fic of any length!
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Lieutenant Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (
Ellie (
Connor Kenway (
B.J Blazkowicz (
Voodoo (
Mako (
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if even MORE specific, any Chuck choice really. I feel like she could judge him on his favorite ice cream flavor, or cartoon sound effect, or shade of blue.)
This is what happens when you try writing Chuck based on a fifteen-second clip
On the screen, that "Batman" dude is working his way through some goons. It's - something, she guesses, but Jesus Christ those guys sure move slow and hit soft.
He rolls his eyes, leaning back on the couch. "It's part of the charm," he says.
"It's dorky," she says.
"Like I said - part of the charm."
"I could take them. Wouldn't even need my knife. -'pow'?" She looks over her shoulder to regard him, eyebrow raised and mouth twisted off to the side. "People liked this stuff?"
"I like this stuff."
She blows a soft raspberry. "It's skin on skin, for crying out loud. It doesn't go 'pow' or 'biff'. -or 'bonk'."
"If I let you pick out a movie once this episode's done, will you stop complaining?"
"-mmmmmaybe."
Re: This is what happens when you try writing Chuck based on a fifteen-second clip
:O
Anyway, I'm giggling at them. I could totally see this scene happening, though yeah some of Chuck's dialogue would be different (he's not very patient), but it'd be gr9.
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It's a two-on-two hop - Viper and Jester versus Hollywood and himself. He's on Hollywood's wing, and Hollywood's on Jester's tail - but Viper is right there at their two o'clock, flying straight with the sun at his six, dumb as could be.
("You will not find a finer fighter pilot in the world," Jester had said of Viper during their first day.
It's been grating on him ever since.)
It doesn't take half as long as it should for Maverick to make up his mind.
"Hollywood - you're lookin' good. I'm going after Viper."
He slams on the throttle and brings the joystick around to the sound of Hollywood cursing the day Mav was born. He can get it all out once they touch down.
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There's no moon out tonight, and he doesn't dare crane his head enough to look at his watch. But he can see them out of the corner of his eye, walking in a column. Point man's got surplus tigerstripe cammies and a FAL. Man behind him's got an RPK. Both have wolves on their heels.
"Mother, Voodoo."
"Go, Voodoo."
"Contact. Point man's coming around the bend."
"Check. Hold. Preacher and I will take it from here."
"We ain't shooting?"
He swears he can hear a laugh from the other end. Maia's smirking. Way to rub it in. "Got to follow the drones to get to the queen, right? Maybe next time."
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Clint Barton (
Sebastian (
Darcy Lewis (
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Darcy: [facebook] evil ipod stealing g-men
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Alanna: (
Grace: (
Thayet: (
Lana: (
Jim: (
Lizzie: (
and Karou: (
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Lizzie: [say what now] oh you shouldn't have
(also i promise to be less failtastic on thread, omg)
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The steady sound of rain on the porch railing is interrupted by shuffling feet and Gus's excited bark.
"You ever use furniture the way God intended?"
"Earl," Grace says by way of a greeting, "I like the view from down here. Helps me think. You should try it out."
Earl shrugs. Before Grace can blink, he's on the floor, too.
"That don't hurt your wings?"
"You're right," Earl says, grinning crookedly. "The view ain't so bad."
Gus drags himself off the couch and noses up between human and angel, hoping someone brought snacks. Grace takes a long drag on her cigarette and goes back to listening to the rain, thinking about a murder.
"Company's not so bad, either," she says several minutes later.
Earl smiles.
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Ham had been after her to say everything is fine since she walked in the bar looking to blow off steam after a tough week. It pisses her off a little. Louie's is suppose to be a drama free zone. At least for the team. And sure, whatever's going on with Ham and his wife is bound to affect them, but the truth is...
The truth is Grace just doesn't give a crap tonight.
"Doesn't matter." Grace beams at Bobby and Butch and leans on her pool cue, hip cocked. "Who's breakin'?"
Rhetta walks in, smiling wide, and waves from the bar. Grace whoops, drops the cue, and runs at her best friend. They throw their arms around each other and lean in like they haven't seen each other in weeks, not hours.
"Give it up," Bobby tells Ham, joking but also not. "You know who the real love of her life is."
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"You shouldn't have done that, Will."
Her small son blinks up at her, confused. "But why?" he asks again. Never has he received a satisfactory answer to this question.
Elizabeth forces her chin down, mouth closed, fists unclenched. She gingerly scoops up the bottle her son had almost broken, and checks it over with wide, worried eyes. All is well.
"It thumps," Will says.
So it does. Elizabeth cradles the bottle and closes her eyes, letting the thump, thump steady her just as the owner of the heart inside has always done.
She takes Will Jr.'s hand -- so small inside her own -- and manages a smile. "Perhaps it is time we had a talk."
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So she says it and moments later her living room floor turns to pavement. She lifts her face, feeling warm Mediterranean sun that is nothing like the late evening light of Oklahoma City. "What the hell?" she croaks, off balance and hating it. They are in a square, surrounded by tall, thin trees and meandering paths leading away from an old building. A church? Of course.
"Aventine Hill." Earl takes her shoulders and turns her around, pointing at the large doors to the building. "The Piazza Dei Cavalieri di Malta. Ain't it somethin'?"
Grace stares ahead, expression flat. "It's a door."
"I know." Earl rocks back on his heels and grins like a kid on Christmas morning. "You said you wanted to see something, Grace. I can't think of a better view myself."
Annoyed, Grace stomps up to the door and kicks it. "It's a door, you asshole." She looks back at the people milling around a food stand; there's a boisterous school group headed their way. "Goddammit."
Earl watches her.
She turns back to the door and pushes on it a few times. Nothing. There's a keyhole in her eyeline -- the doors are truly massive -- and on a whim she sticks her face up to it and looks.
"Holy Shit."
"I'm sure God appreciates your way with words."
Grace stares, her eyes watering as she strains to keep them focused. A long moment later she tears herself away. "Is this some kind of metaphor?"
Earl laughs long and loud, shaking his head. "That's for me to know and you to find out." He starts walking, calling out a ciao to someone across the square. "You comin'? I know a great pizza place near the Circus Maximus. Renaldo sure has a way with plain ole' tomato sauce. Just wait until you try it, Grace. It's like hearin' the angels sing."
Watching the casual, slouched set of his shoulders as he moves, Grace tells herself not to steal a last look at St. Peter's through the keyhole. It's what he wants, after all. To show her God. To make her love Him.
She looks. Some things are inevitable, and Grace has always been a sucker for a good view.
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Katya (
Oswin (
William (
Glorfindel (
Sam (
Bones (
Ace (
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Shephard
Santo
... I know better than to offer more than that at this point.
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Ellen's not really sure she believes that. Dad's eyes look funny when he says it. But sometimes Freddie Gomez is nice to her, and sometimes Paul Hannon passes her the ball during gym in the atrium, which is something. And Amata's been her friend as long as she can remember, even though her dad sounds like he's licked a battery or something whenever he talks to Dad. That counts for a lot.
Even if the other kids don't like her, Ellen's pretty sure she can always count on Amata, and she's glad.
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Murder or distraction. So prompt me! I can guarantee you this is going to take me forever, but I'll do my best. Keeping it simple let's limit it to:
Bill Pardy -
Logan -
Hellboy -
Matt Murdock -
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Matt
Logan
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<3
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Ahsoka Tano (
Asajj Ventress (
Quinlan Vos (
Rollo (
Hank McCoy (
Sam Wilson (
The Luidaeg (
Selina Kyle (
Izana (
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Selina-
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The Luidaeg
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Will Scarlett
Charles Xavier
Quentin
William Evans
Sameth
Jane Austen
Moist von Lipwig
Ivan Vorpatril
Demeter
Tumnus
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Charles-
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He knew that could change, if something happened to Robin or the king, life fell apart on so little. A bird sang and he took a long breath, it was time to check the traps.
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"No, there's class in two days and I'm not ready. Go without me," He frowned at a note and crossed it out, students wouldn't like that assignment.
Raven pouted at him, "If you don't come with me. I'll have to find off all the idiots on my own."
"You like the idiots, you enjoy the looks you get out of them," Her sigh was loud as she ruffled his hair, "You work too hard and you're lucky I love you."