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Mar. 17th, 2010 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cathybitesHappy St. Patrick's Day!
I'm supposed to go to a screening of The Runaways tonight, but I haven't heard anything about it in about a week, so...I'm not sure what my plans are for tonight. SIGH.
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girl_wonder was taking drabble requests, and I figured, 'eh, why not do the same?' SO! Give me character/pairing and a prompt, and I will throw something ficcy at you. May be a drabble, will probably be a little more.
OH! and the fabulousjamesinboot has pointed out the shiny and pretty new icons LJ is using in the default comments pages. I LOVE THEM. Another reason for you to get rid of your customized comment page! :D
I'm supposed to go to a screening of The Runaways tonight, but I haven't heard anything about it in about a week, so...I'm not sure what my plans are for tonight. SIGH.
Anyways,
girl_wonder was taking drabble requests, and I figured, 'eh, why not do the same?' SO! Give me character/pairing and a prompt, and I will throw something ficcy at you. May be a drabble, will probably be a little more.OH! and the fabulous
jamesinboot has pointed out the shiny and pretty new icons LJ is using in the default comments pages. I LOVE THEM. Another reason for you to get rid of your customized comment page! :D
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Date: 2010-03-17 04:33 pm (UTC)Oooh, tell me what you think about the Runaways when you see it? I am so willing to give Stewart a running chance if this movie turns out to be actually good (and not pandering to tweens, lol).
Also, let's go old school: Angelo, Jubilee (whoever else you want from that crew) watching Golden Girls. XD
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Date: 2010-03-17 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-17 06:59 pm (UTC)---
"I'm just sayin', chica, that Rose totally gets the shaft. She's nothing but comic relief. Nobody respects her."
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "And Blanche does? A mature woman is comfortable with her sexuality and who she is, and it's played off for laughs. I hope when I'm her age, I'm half as awesome as she is."
"C'mon, it's gross! She's a grandma! Old people shouldn't have sex!"
That got Angelo a faceful of pillow. "Like I don't know about that picture of Sophia Loren you keep in your sock drawer." Angelo's face flushed with embarrassment, and he pushed Jubilee off the couch.
"What's all this ruckus?" Banshee asked, sticking his head through the rec room door. "Golden Girls? I loved that show. That Blanche...what a fine lady she is." Banshee grinned, a little too dreamily for Jubilee's liking, and she made a gagging noise.
Angelo smirked and kicked her shin lightly. "Told you!"
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Date: 2010-03-17 07:33 pm (UTC)The idea of Sean being into Blanche entertains me no end! Now Jubes & Ange just need Jono to chime in and inform them that Sophia is the real unsung heroine of the Golden Girls. Although Monet would tell them they're all wrong and it's Dorothy, and she'd be right. *g*
... awwww, I miss (our version of) Gen X.
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Date: 2010-03-17 07:56 pm (UTC)Oh Sean. OH SEAN. OHHHHHH SEANKSDJFHSDKJFHEIURHSIFHSDJF <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
THANK YOU BB, U R AL ALWAYS THE BEST.
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Date: 2010-03-17 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-17 07:21 pm (UTC)A week passed, and he came home to find a package waiting for him. A plain box, but nestled in white tissue paper was a black cowboy hat. Vinny picked it up, feeling a genuine smile on his face for the first time since the trade. He twirled it in his hands, and an envelope fell to the floor. There was a note inside that just said, We can match. - B.
Vinny was puzzled until he saw there was something else in the envelope. His smile grew wider when he pulled out the photograph, Brad smiling back at him in black and white, leaning against a wall wearing nothing but a cowboy hat.
The trade had been hard, but Vinny was looking forward to the offseason even more.
But right now, he had to go find his camera.
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Date: 2010-03-18 03:06 pm (UTC)It's comforting and familiar, like a well-visted fantasy, and Gaga is sure that means they should leave soon.
Almost on cue, Honey B appears beside her. Everything on the busy street falls quiet and still, the entire world focused on her as always, but even though her eyes are hidden behind the Dior sunglasses, Gaga knows one true thing in the world: Honey B only has eyes for her.
"I got you something," she says, and she takes Gaga's hand, puts a bracelet on her wrist.
It's made of delicate white beads, each one a little imperfect sphere, as if they'd been fashioned and polished by hand. A charm dangles from it, the cutout of a poison bottle, the skull and crossbones etched in the middle, and when Gaga holds her hand up, twisting her wrist around to look at it, it sparkles in the sun.
"Gorgeous," she says. "What's it made of?"
Honey B smiles, that special, secret smile that runs a thrill through Gaga every time she sees it. She takes a sip of Gaga's granizado and says, "I had it made special. The finest Russian bone."
And Gaga grins, fingers dancing over the beads.
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Date: 2010-03-18 08:59 pm (UTC)ahahahh that will always be my first thought, hee!
There's not a bit of this that isn't perfect: Gaga loving on the particular Barthelonan accent, Honey B's laser-focused eyes behind her Dior, and all the secrets between them and a glass of granizado. GLORIOUS!! Thank you, bb!!
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Date: 2010-03-17 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-23 09:40 pm (UTC)The night before his first game, he'd texted his parents, letting them know that they should make sure to be at home to watch. The next day, in the locker room (trying not to vomit all over Straka, or Nylander, or, god forbid, a fucking legend like Jagr), Brandon was just lacing up his skates when one of the equipment guys walked in and said, "Hey, Dubinsky? You got a package."
The room quieted a little, everyone watching him, and Brandon fought to look nonchalant as he walked over to take it. A plain white box, and when Brandon opened the card attached, it said, "We're so proud of you, honey. Love, Mom and Dad." Brandon had a bad feeling, but he opened the box anyways and nearly sank through the floor in embarrassment. A dozen cupcakes, all adorned with hockey-playing bears.
"Isn't that adorable?" Avery said, smirking. "Well, aren't you going to share, Cupcake?"
Despite his best efforts against it - or, more likely, because of them - the nickname stuck.
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Date: 2010-03-17 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-30 07:41 pm (UTC)The first sigh he had that he might've done something wrong was when Marv, the ancient security guard, looked him up and down, said, "Tsk tsk," and pinched his arm.
Jared jumped back, rubbing at the spot where Marv had pinched him, and said, "The hell?" But Marv was already on his way, chuckling to himself.
After that, he had to suffer through pinches from the makeup girls, two key grips, a caterer, and Sera, who wasn't shy *at all* about where to pinch him. Jared stumbled through the door of his trailer, hands covering his ass, and wondering if someone had tattooed 'PINCH ME' to his forehead when he wasn't looking.
"What's wrong with you?" came Jensen's voice from the sofa, and Jared had to stifle down the startled shriek that threatened to spill out of his mouth.
"Everyone's gone nuts out there," Jared said. He went to sit down, but thought better of it, wincing a bit. Sera had strong fingers.
At Jensen's raised eyebrow, he continued. "I'm going to be covered in bruises because everybody keeps pinching me."
Jensen laughed, and Jared threw a pillow at him. "It's not funny! What the hell is going on?"
"Dude, it's St. Patrick's Day."
"And...?"
"Don't you know? You're supposed to wear green, or the leprechauns will pinch ye, laddie," Jensen said, the last bit delivered in the worst Irish accent Jared's ever heard.
"Are you kidding me? That's the stupidest tradition I've ever heard."
Jensen stood up, and the smirk on his face sharpened, a familiar glint in his eyes. "Well, y'know," he said, stepping into Jared's space, "I've always been a tradtitional kind of guy." He reached around and Jared could feel Jensen's hands on his ass, fingers lifting and curving, getting ready to pinch.
"I have green boxers on!"
Jensen's hands stilled, and he pulled away, looking disappointed. "Oh."
He stepped back, and Jared thought, fuck it, and pulled him back. "I could always take them off."
Jensen grinned, and Jared couldn't help but smile back.
At least until Jensen pinched him.
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Date: 2010-03-30 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-17 07:39 pm (UTC)I entered that contest you linked to on Twitter about the Runaways, and was texted back to show up tonight so I'm bringing the sis.
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Date: 2010-03-17 09:08 pm (UTC)MobileAdmit2tix: THE RUNAWAYS - Weds. 3/17 @ 7p @ Loews 19th St East & Broadway. Show txt-txt nontransferable. Arrive Early-Seating limited.
I hope this is useful and I hope I see you there. =0/
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Date: 2010-03-17 09:37 pm (UTC)well, um, if you decided to get tired of that prompt...um...i mean, if you're like, really really BORED and you want to do something involving t.j. oshie. anything. pre-perm. something with hair pulling. that would be cool too. i GUESS i could deal with that. but, like, yea...*packs hand basket to hell*no subject
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Date: 2010-03-17 09:09 pm (UTC)/predictable
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Date: 2010-03-18 03:08 am (UTC)Sam/Dean, where there's smoke, there's fire.
♥
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Date: 2010-03-18 03:24 am (UTC)J2. snuggling :D
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Date: 2010-03-24 03:51 pm (UTC)He laughs at the thought of a movie like that, and Brandon pulls away, lips red from kissing and twisting up into a small smile. "What's so funny?"
Nik shakes his head. "Nothing. Was just thinking of a movie."
Brandon's grin widens, and Nik can feel the heat of it right down to his core. "Was it a dirty movie?"
"You think every movie is a dirty one." He jabs at Brandon, and Brandon snaps at him playfully before grabbing him by the hips and lifting him onto the counter.
Nik's not a small man - he's actually a little taller than Brandon - but moments like this make him feel like it, like he's something fragile that needs Brandon to protect him. Part of him hates it, reminds him that he's a proud son of Russia who is man enough to fight the world on his own.
There's another, bigger part, though, that revels in it. It loves the feeling of Brandon over him, holding him down, captive. It thrills at the contrast in their bodies - his lean musculature pressed against the heavy bulk of Brandon. It's this part that Nik listens to, that brings him to Brandon every chance he gets.
Nik wraps his legs around Brandon's waist, brings him closer until Nik is nearly bent in half. Brandon leans in even closer to kiss Nik, pulling back after a moment to ask, "You're not uncomfortable like this?"
"This? This is nothing." He leans in for another kiss, then stops. "Although...the clothes are a little...how you say? Restrictive?"
Brandon blinks, then grins wildly. "I think we could do something about that."
Nik can't help laughing in delight as Brandon picks him up, still wrapped around his body, and carries him to the bedroom.
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Date: 2010-03-18 01:39 pm (UTC)