*braces self*

[fahye]

Ji did this so well (and actually finished them all!) that I feel I have to make a bash at it too. And my Yuletide is going so, SO badly that I am just going to write and write and write at these little drabbles and hopefully I'll lose the block. To keep volume low, though -- I think I failed so spectacularly at the last drabble meme because I went to bed, woke up with a million prompts and felt my brain short-circuit -- I'm f-locking this post. ETA: OH WELL, IF PEOPLE ARE LINKING TO IT :D Okay. Unlocked. Request away, my pretties!

Comment with two characters you know I can write, and I'll write you their first kiss.

Different fandoms are go. RP fandoms are go. Damn the Bones Xmas episode for snatching my OTP out of the running.

My disclaimer doesn't include SFS jargon, but you shouldn't be surprised if one or both parties end up with exciting injuries, because I intend to finish my first aid precourse today.

~

Now that I've gone and selflessly offered myself up, does anyone have any of the following?

- 'Kid Fears' by the Indigo Girls
- 'Signal to Noise' by Peter Gabriel
- 'Leave Out All The Rest' by Linkin Park
- 'Candleburn' by Dishwalla
- 'Lifetime Piling Up' by Talking Heads
- 'Lullaby' by Trout Fishing In America
- 'No One Would Riot For Less' by Bright Eyes

I am having one of those irritating periods where half the songs I am listening to repeatedly are solely in fanvid form.

Comments

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

Starbuck/Leoooooooooben

[agonistes]

...Laura Roslin and Uncle Iroh.








*runs*

[sophistry]

LUCIFER/CROWLEY.

Exciting injuries a bonus.

[tellitslant]

I've got Kid Fears; want me to upload or email?

[setissma.livejournal.com]

Dude, I have never heard a single person ever mention Trout Fishing in America; I saw them all the time when I was a kid, and we have CD's, except they are 600 miles away in Michigan.

In other news, can I have Bones and Booth's first real kiss? Or is that cheating.

[pathstotread.livejournal.com]

Jack and Martha, please? Or Jack and Gwen, if you prefer.

Signal To Noise (http://www.mediafire.com/?f99mr2bqzzu)
Candleburn (http://www.mediafire.com/?fed4dbnu9cl)

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what I want ...

When in doubt, Camille/Thom.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Upload, please? Thank you!

& do you want to request a drabble?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I have an absolutely heartbreaking Dead Poets Society fanvid to that song, and I love it to pieces.

That might be cheating but I don't even care.

[tellitslant]

Ta-da: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=I9G0ZOLM

Nah, someone else requested B&B's first 'real' kiss. *grins* So unless you want to write that two ways... ;)

[littledust.livejournal.com]

DPS FANVID? *distracted from everything ever* *er, does not have any of your songs, alas*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Iroh stared at the White Lotus tile in the centre of his Pai Sho board, and then looked up at the woman sitting opposite him. She took another sip of his best jasmine and cornflower tea, and then set the cup down.

"I have travelled a long way," she said, and he could see that she was choosing her words carefully. "I hear you play an excellent game, General Iroh."

"It is becoming more difficult to find opponents, my lady." She could have been bluffing the rituals; he couldn't be certain. Her expression, her neatly clasped hands...those gave nothing away. "Especially those as beautiful as yourself."

The faint pleased light in her face didn't look feigned. But he had to be sure. Iroh leaned across the board and kissed her gently, formally, two fingers of his left hand resting on the inside of her elbow. Her breath was warm and edged with jasmine, and Iroh wanted to trust her, but he didn't relax until he felt her own fingers tap his. Twice.

"What do you need?" he murmured.

"Information," the woman said calmly.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Here! (http://myrtleneunice.com/eunice/vids.html) (scroll down)

It's horrible. I mean, it's beautiful. But it's horrible.

[littledust.livejournal.com]

You are my favorite. ♥

[agonistes]

....................










I do not suppose there is any chance whatsoever of you writing more of this.

Is there?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

WHAT. WHAT.

...

NO. *clutches head*

[agonistes]

WHY NOT. WHY!!!

YOU ARE LEAVING ME IN SUSPENSE AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME!!!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"You could look at it this way," Jack said. "He was in a whole different body back then. Bigger ears. Leather jacket," he added, leering.

Martha swatted him in the back of the head. She had decided not to tell Jack about the time the Doctor kissed her, because a) she hadn't even liked him back then, so she hadn't been able to enjoy it properly, and b) the whole DNA-sampling thing lent the event an air of indignity. No. It didn't count.

"Besides, I never seem to kiss people these days unless one of us is going to die. Or has died. Or come back." Jack snapped his fingers and Martha passed him the wavelength monitor. "I've become morbid in my immortality."

"You've always just come back, Jack." She bumped his shoulder. "And yet I don't see you running around distributing kisses."

Jack gave the antenna a final tweak and pulled back, looking at her with an expression that she recognised.

"Tom will kill you," she warned, trying to fend him off with a greasy rag. "I'll help him. We have scalpels and everything. Jack! You --"

He had the decency to keep it light and friendly, but there was enough heat in the kiss to make Martha's stomach squirm with lost opportunities and the convinction that some of his dirty stories weren't nearly as hyperbole-adorned as she'd thought.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

WHAT ON EARTH MAKES YOU THINK I HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

[agonistes]

BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST THAT AWESOME?

*CRIES* PLEASE?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Sticky with sweat and with her heart racing pleasantly, Kara made a beeline for the showers, glad to get at the water while everyone else was playing the final quartia.

"Kara Thrace?"

"If you're a scout, you needn't bother," she said, not looking at him. "I've given my word to the Buccaneers. Unofficially."

"I'm not a scout." The man took her arm, but not forcefully enough to warrant a violent reaction. Pity. The coach had been on her case about her temper, and if she lost it one more time then she'd miss the final games of the season, so she settled for pulling her arm away.

"What, then? Just a perve off the streets who likes hanging around locker rooms?"

He smiled, then, and she felt herself clench her hands around her towel; strange, that the urge to hurt him was still there. Still growing. She'd never seen him before in her life.

"I came to see you. Call it a dress rehearsal."

She'd never seen him before in her life.

But she still wanted to lash out, and now she sort of maybe had grounds for self-defense against irritating frakkers who were probably stalkers, but her limbs weren't working. Kara Thrace, the best damn pyramid player this side of Apollo's Temple, and she couldn't manage so much as to duck sideways away from his lips.

When the kiss broke, she found that one of her hands was working again, so she raised it with an exhalation of great relief and slammed it across his face. Blood was running from his nose when he straightened up.

"I'll see you again," he said simply.

"Sure," Kara said. "Freak."

He smiled again, and her fingers tingled.

[pathstotread.livejournal.com]

Oh, LOVE. Complete love. Especially this:

"Tom will kill you," she warned

Because, YES. My first thought after rewatching "Last of the Time Lords" was "why the HELL isn't someone out there writing Tom/Martha fic?"

Also, every time I see that icon I think "WELL, four problems and a lizard," and I start giggling uncontrollably.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

...YOU WRITE IT. I AM DRABBLING.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU FORVER. OMGALSKDFJlaskdjf. I LOVE THIS. I LOOOOOOOOOVE THIS.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

BRILLIANT.