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why_me_why_notHAPPY BIRTHDAY ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
somigliana!! I'm pretty sure your bday is actually over where you are, but it's still the 7th here! I hope you had a great day!
I finished my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
two_of_us_fic but it's currently being looked at. Hopefully it'll be posted tonight. In the meantime, how about some random drabbley type thingys I have lying around?
300 words of sick!Pete (this was written for alli when she was sick, but then I posted sick!Dean instead.)
"I'm dying," Pete said dramatically, flinging himself onto the couch beside Joe.
"Okay," Joe said agreeably. "Let us know if this 'death' is going to happen before or after tonight's show, so we can plan accordingly."
Pete made a whining noise in the back of his throat and leaned over into Joe's lap.
"Pete--" Joe shook his head and looked up at Andy as he came in.
"What's wrong with Pete?" Andy asked.
"He's dying," Joe answered.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," Pete muttered, throwing in a fake, pitiful-sounding cough for good measure. "I need coffee! And a backrub! And Joe doesn't care. You do, though, right?"
"Sure, Pete." Andy tossed a box of tissues in his direction.
"Hey." Patrick. He'd care; Pete knew he would. He was his best friend.
"Pete's sick," Andy pushed Pete off him onto the floor.
"In the head?" Patrick stepped over Pete on his way to the kitchen.
Pete flipped the bird at Patrick's back and pulled his hoodie up over his head. "Nobody loves me! I have ebola and I'm going to die and none of you care!"
Pete sat up when Patrick appeared beside him with a cup. He took it only half-gratefully because it wasn't coffee. It was orange juice, probably the kind with pulp. Pete hated pulp.
"The vitamin C in orange juice is good for you. And it's pulp free. Here." Patrick handed him two small pills, and Pete tossed them back hoping he hadn't done anything recently that would cause Patrick to want to poison him.
Patrick sat down on the floor next to Pete, and Pete curled up against him, smiling to himself when Patrick started running his fingers through his hair.
"If you get snot on me, I'll kick your ass," Patrick warned.
Pete grinned and snuggled closer.
75 words of Jon & Spencer, written in txt msgs foranasuede one day a few weeks back.
The sun was casting stripes of brightness along the wet ground and peeking out from behind the clouds to create patterened rays of light through them. Jon was watching the sky, camera in hand, deciding on the perfect angle for his shot. He sensed someone behind him just before an arm slid around his waist.
"Pretty."
Jon turned his attention away from the sky. Sunshine after a storm was no match for Spencer Smith's smile.
125 words of Jon Walker, also written foranasuede
Jon Walker likes uncovering the beauty in everyday life, likes even more capturing those secrets on film. His boys -- Ryan, Spencer, and Brendon are his; they all belong to one another -- love to pose for him. Their smiles are like sunshine, like a drug, and he can't get enough. He'd settle for posed pictures of them forever, but candid moments are the best. Ryan curled up on his bunk with his phone and the smile reserved for Keltie. Brendon dancing in the parking lot during a rainstorm when he thought no one was watching. Spencer adorned with a crown of flowers that Brendon made at a rest stop. Jon lines his bedroom mirror with pictures like these, memories he wants to keep forever.
200 words of Reid (and his love for supernatural) forltlredhairdgirl
Reid tries to get out of the office on Thursday nights before anyone can catch him. Despite the fact Reid's brief flirtation with drug addiction is over, the rest of the team still worries over him. He appreciates the concern and sometimes even likes the forced company, but not on Thursday. Thursdays, he has a standing date with the Winchesters.
He's not sure how he got hooked on the show, but he is. Despite the fact he finds it hard to believe that such creatures exist -- vampires, werewolves, ghosts; according to everything he had learned, such things were myths made up to explain things people didn't understand -- he was intrigued by their research and by the way Sam and Dean (and John before them) studied demons and other supernatural beings, tracked their findings to be used in future encounters. Profiled them. They're like the BAU of ghosthunting.
Of course, Reid could never admit any of this to the others. He could only listen and bite his tongue on Friday mornings as Garcia and JJ discussed the show -- and its hot stars -- and Morgan teased them about being hooked on a fantasy show aimed at teenage girls.
somigliana!! I'm pretty sure your bday is actually over where you are, but it's still the 7th here! I hope you had a great day!I finished my
two_of_us_fic but it's currently being looked at. Hopefully it'll be posted tonight. In the meantime, how about some random drabbley type thingys I have lying around?300 words of sick!Pete (this was written for alli when she was sick, but then I posted sick!Dean instead.)
"I'm dying," Pete said dramatically, flinging himself onto the couch beside Joe.
"Okay," Joe said agreeably. "Let us know if this 'death' is going to happen before or after tonight's show, so we can plan accordingly."
Pete made a whining noise in the back of his throat and leaned over into Joe's lap.
"Pete--" Joe shook his head and looked up at Andy as he came in.
"What's wrong with Pete?" Andy asked.
"He's dying," Joe answered.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," Pete muttered, throwing in a fake, pitiful-sounding cough for good measure. "I need coffee! And a backrub! And Joe doesn't care. You do, though, right?"
"Sure, Pete." Andy tossed a box of tissues in his direction.
"Hey." Patrick. He'd care; Pete knew he would. He was his best friend.
"Pete's sick," Andy pushed Pete off him onto the floor.
"In the head?" Patrick stepped over Pete on his way to the kitchen.
Pete flipped the bird at Patrick's back and pulled his hoodie up over his head. "Nobody loves me! I have ebola and I'm going to die and none of you care!"
Pete sat up when Patrick appeared beside him with a cup. He took it only half-gratefully because it wasn't coffee. It was orange juice, probably the kind with pulp. Pete hated pulp.
"The vitamin C in orange juice is good for you. And it's pulp free. Here." Patrick handed him two small pills, and Pete tossed them back hoping he hadn't done anything recently that would cause Patrick to want to poison him.
Patrick sat down on the floor next to Pete, and Pete curled up against him, smiling to himself when Patrick started running his fingers through his hair.
"If you get snot on me, I'll kick your ass," Patrick warned.
Pete grinned and snuggled closer.
75 words of Jon & Spencer, written in txt msgs for
anasuede one day a few weeks back.The sun was casting stripes of brightness along the wet ground and peeking out from behind the clouds to create patterened rays of light through them. Jon was watching the sky, camera in hand, deciding on the perfect angle for his shot. He sensed someone behind him just before an arm slid around his waist.
"Pretty."
Jon turned his attention away from the sky. Sunshine after a storm was no match for Spencer Smith's smile.
125 words of Jon Walker, also written for
anasuedeJon Walker likes uncovering the beauty in everyday life, likes even more capturing those secrets on film. His boys -- Ryan, Spencer, and Brendon are his; they all belong to one another -- love to pose for him. Their smiles are like sunshine, like a drug, and he can't get enough. He'd settle for posed pictures of them forever, but candid moments are the best. Ryan curled up on his bunk with his phone and the smile reserved for Keltie. Brendon dancing in the parking lot during a rainstorm when he thought no one was watching. Spencer adorned with a crown of flowers that Brendon made at a rest stop. Jon lines his bedroom mirror with pictures like these, memories he wants to keep forever.
200 words of Reid (and his love for supernatural) for
ltlredhairdgirlReid tries to get out of the office on Thursday nights before anyone can catch him. Despite the fact Reid's brief flirtation with drug addiction is over, the rest of the team still worries over him. He appreciates the concern and sometimes even likes the forced company, but not on Thursday. Thursdays, he has a standing date with the Winchesters.
He's not sure how he got hooked on the show, but he is. Despite the fact he finds it hard to believe that such creatures exist -- vampires, werewolves, ghosts; according to everything he had learned, such things were myths made up to explain things people didn't understand -- he was intrigued by their research and by the way Sam and Dean (and John before them) studied demons and other supernatural beings, tracked their findings to be used in future encounters. Profiled them. They're like the BAU of ghosthunting.
Of course, Reid could never admit any of this to the others. He could only listen and bite his tongue on Friday mornings as Garcia and JJ discussed the show -- and its hot stars -- and Morgan teased them about being hooked on a fantasy show aimed at teenage girls.
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Date: 2007-10-08 01:02 am (UTC)*is also in love with Jared & argyle*
I need some CM icons!
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Date: 2007-10-08 01:59 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it!! It's been saved as a draft on my phone for DAYS! I'm just a slacker sometimes, sorry! But you know this, right?
And JARED! OMG! There are no words for how much I love Jared. Even though I still haven't watched the episode. *is a horrible fangirl*
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Date: 2007-10-08 01:13 am (UTC)These were gorgeous and schmoopy and *draws hearts all over you*
Exactly what i needed.
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Date: 2007-10-08 02:57 am (UTC)I feel that if there is no porn in my real life, i should at least be able to write it, but no. Apparently not. Argh.
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Date: 2007-10-08 03:55 am (UTC)Plus they're awesome!!!! ♥
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Date: 2007-10-08 04:08 am (UTC)I'm glad you find them to be awesome. Of course, awesome is pretty easy to do when JON FUCKING WALKER is involved...
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Date: 2007-10-10 07:07 am (UTC)Is it wrong that I'm totally ready to come home and get back into this? It's been almost THREE weeks without bandom and SPN and J2 and I am suffering withdrawal. Even if the Sydney Opera House is way cool, and the beach was nice, and I went snorkeling and saw Nemo.
I swear, the first thing I'm doing when I get home is typing up Frank making a wish and Brendon thinking things through and then the J/S/C stuff so you can see them. And as soon as you give the OK, I'll post 'em. :)
I *so* need a Frank/Brendon or Jon/Spencer icon. Seriously. Who makes bandom icons? Could I bribe De to make me one?