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Love Begins
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I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
todays bird
Claire Keane
KIROKAZE

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hello vonnie

#extradirty

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@fandomtrumpshate 2018 auction fic for @robininthelabyrinth!
it says discretion advised but itâs like 300 words of soft connor and murphÂ
I wrote 800 words of BDS hurt/comfort after being so fucking unproductive on this account please love me
"hold on when you get love and let go when you give it" by stars
(song)
Itâs fuckinâ weird.
Okay, maybe thatâs not a terribly articulate way of putting it. But itâs not inaccurate, either, so John figures thatâs got to count for something. Itâs fuckinâ weird to have someone care about you in a more than academic way.
But heâs getting used to it, slowly but surely. Teyla holding his hand, Rodney leaning against him, Ford making sure he eats. He doesnât have to perform for them, put on a show the way he had to back on Earth. âThanks,â he says simply, when Teyla pokes her head in the doorway to check on him. âThanks,â he says simply, when Rodney offers him half a sandwich in the lab. âThanks,â he says simply, when Ford scoots over to make room for him at the meeting.
So yeah, itâs fuckinâ weird, but itâs also kinda nice.
(give me a lyric or song for a quick fic)
Troy/Moffitt, stars
Theyâre sitting side by side, hands barely brushing, when Moffitt glances over at Troy. âSam?â
âHmm?â Troy doesnât take his eyes off the sky.
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Troy points up at the stars. âThereâs Orionâs Belt. I was just thinking about how I used to stargaze with my mom and how when I was little Iâd make up constellations.â
Moffitt nods. âI remember doing that too.â
âYou? Iâd have thought you knew them from birth.â
Moffitt half-snorts. âNo,â he says. âNo, it wasnât until I was seven or eight, I think, that I took a real interest in this stuff.â He points up. âThereâs Polaris.â
Troy smiles. âTrue north,â he says quietly.
send me a lyric (or an entire song, Iâm not fussy) and Iâll write a quick fic for you
riyo chuchi, "go down in flames"?
She crosses her arms, hiding the way her hands shake. Sheâs not entirely sure whether the trembling is fear or cold, but either way itâd undermine her position to show it. The Chairman probably isnât going to listen to her either way, and in fact if she fails is going to do his level best to destroy her career, but itâs not like she doesnât know details are important.
Details could save the lives of the Talz. Could save her career. Could save the Jedi from breaking their promise.
So if sheâs going to go down, sheâs going to go down in flames. Sheâs going to make a stink, sheâs going to raise hell, sheâs going to do her job. Sheâll expose the Chairmanâs callous disregard for the lives of the Talz, and sheâll take him down too if it kills her.
(prompt me clone wars or stargate)
âedit until you feel like if you edit again youâll cry,â they said
but what do I do if I cried while actually writing the damn thing?
AroAceQP30 Day 21
prompt: seeing someone in an unusual or vulnerable state (without makeup, glasses, a certain garment, etc)
relationship is Wolffe & Plo Koon (SW:TCW)
Seguir leyendo
â sleep with fists close, & shoot straight. â + ronon
Itâs not going to just go away.
Heâs habitually paranoid, sleeping with one eye open, on high alert at all times. He practices his hand to hand, his firearm proficiency, his outdoorsman skills, because they saved his life before and will again.
He knows, intellectually, that heâs safe. That the Wraith canât find him without finding Atlantis. That he has people on his side, who will fight with him and die alongside him. But that doesnât mean his body can let go of what he lived with for seven years.
He remembers long, cold nights where he thought he would freeze to death. He remembers oppressive heat and humidity, struggling to breathe. He remembers when, at the very beginning, heâd spent time in villages. He remembers leaving, and returning to find people who had sheltered him dead. He remembers it all.
His aim is true. He fires the pistol, and pierces the cold, dead heart of the Wraith thatâs about to attack his teammates.
Sleep with fists close, & shoot straight. Some lessons heâll never forget.
prompt me
â family is a thorny, vicious business. â + the raven
âWell,â says The Unknown, âthis is complicated.â
Ilkar folds his arms across his chest. âYou could say that,â he allows.Â
Hiradâs more blunt. âWeâre fucked,â he says. âAbsolutely fucked. Family is different.â
Denser frowns at that. âI donât think so,â he says. âNot necessarily.â
âYeah, it is,â Hirad says. âWeâre family, arenât we? I mean, Iâd die for Ilks. For the big man. Maybe not for you, but then again, thereâs not a lot you canât handle.â
Erienne bites her lip, hiding a smile. âFamily is the most important bond there is,â she says. âAnd yes, Hirad, we are family.â
Ilkar taps his foot irritably. âYes, yes, weâre all good friends and family, but can we please focus on the problem at hand?â
The Unknown claps him on the shoulder. âLetâs get cracking.â
prompt me
ten things about agent connecticut
1. she likes to knit
2. she is Mexican
3. her first language was Spanish
4. she is autistic
5. she is nonbinary and uses she or they pronouns
6. she has a knife collection
7. her favorite fruit is pineapple
8. she likes flip flops and toe socks
9. she likes techno music
10. she doesnât like people touching her hands
"Just leave already âŚ" or â Please tell me thatâs not your blood! â with Doug Eiffel! c:
âPlease tell me thatâs not your blood!â Eiffelâs voice cracks a little on the last word.Â
Minkowski blinks up at him slowly, owlishly. âNo, Eiffel,â she says carefully. âIt isnât.â
âWell, itâs not my blood, so ââ He stops, brow furrowed, when Minkowski shakes her head. âItâs.â He looks down to see the tear in his pants and globules of blood floating out from it. âOh,â he says faintly, and promptly passes out.
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Hilbert sews up Eiffelâs leg and has time to make up a batch of coffee before the comms officer wakes up.
âHey Commander, Captain,â Eiffel says sleepily, when Minkowski and Lovelace appear at his bedside. âSorry about that.â
âNot a problem,â Minkowski tells him. âJust. Get better soon.â
âIf you want to do that, donât drink the coffee,â Lovelace advises. She claps him on the shoulder, and Eiffel watches the two women leave, definitely closer together than strictly necessary.
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(prompt me)
â Weâre going to die. Simple as that. â
(since you didnât specify fandom, please enjoy my First Ever Farscape ficlet)
âWeâre going to die. Simple as that,â Rygel says yet again. Dâargo restrains himself - barely - from grabbing the Hynerian by the throat. âTheyâre going to get lucky eventually and kill us by ricochets.â
âDonât be such a Debbie Downer,â Crichton reprimands. âWeâre going to survive this. All of us.â He glances worriedly at where Zhaan is kneeling over Chianaâs unconscious form.Â
âOf course,â Zhaan says, and Dâargo can hear the smile in her voice. âI have stopped the bleeding, and as soon as we can get back to Moya, I know exactly what to do to help Chiana.â
âGood,â Dâargo says gruffly. Itâs pretty common knowledge that he and Chiana have been dancing around each other romantically, so he suspects that Zhaanâs comment had been mostly for his benefit. He claps Crichton on the shoulder. âNow. Letâs get out of here.â
(prompt me)
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