broadcast me a joyful noise

Boo, insomnia.

HOWEVER, you remember that write-fics-based-on-icons meme?

Pwned, bitches. It only took me...three weeks. I am slow, but nevertheless I feel completely justified using this icon.

Carrie and Imry, your birthday fics are next :)

ALSO - brynnmck is raising money for a good cause; the encouragement of creativity in children, which is something that I am firmly in favour of. I did heaps of these competitions when I was younger, and I know how much of a hassle fundraising to get your team interstate/overseas can be, so I've put my hand up as a drabbler for those who are kind enough to donate. You can request fics/icons/graphics from a handful of people. So if you've got a little money to spare, consider this.

"So this is true love, is it, Lee? A blissful union of your frakking souls? You'd die for her?"

She's a little too sober for this conversation and a little too drunk to be weaving back and forth the way she is. She's a second behind her own feet, all her razor reflexes failing, and he has to catch her before she falls against the hard metal corner of the table.

"Yes," he says, tightly, but he doesn't release his grip. "I would die for her."

"Oh," she says, "right," and she wants to sound bitter but she just sounds lost.

His hands dig into her shoulders so hard she has to fight to keep the wince from her face. When he speaks it doesn't sound like Lee Adama at all, because the control is slipping and it's rasping and shaky at the edges.

"I would kill for you," he says. "Do you understand?"

She swallows hard and meets his eyes and sees the rigid iron convictions there. She loves him for his principles. She might love him even more for the stomach-clenching implications of what he just said.

Yeah.

She understands.

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For Carrie, for this :)

Ugh. I did actually write your drabbles, everyone, but the Mac I'm on here at uni has taken a deep dislike to my .txt file and has frakked up the formatting. I'll post them from a PC later on. Meanwhile, if anyone who didn't request a drabble wants me to write them something (and by 'drabble' I mean 'oh look, there goes my word count again') - request away in comments!

Ooh. By the way. My Firefly/Sandman fic 'Nights of endless conversations' got nominated in the Crossovers category of the Blue Sun Fandom Awards. So yay :)

Okay, I'm going to post ONE of these drabbles, because I have taken a huge liking to this one and thus can actually be bothered to totally reformat it.

( For Feather, who wanted a Boomer-drabble )

Yes! I have a free Saturday, so I'm finally going to do that drabble meme that everyone else did ages ago. I can do Good Omens, Harry Potter, any Milliways characters that you think I know well enough, Lost, a handful of anime fandoms...you people know what I do. Ask and ye shall receive. I'd prefer at least a pairing and an object/setting/theme/other prompt.

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What do I do when I'm bored? I collect icons of my friends! Spurred by cyrulean's Kelsey-icon and the fact that I've spent the past few days getting hugely ahead of myself and planning my in-three-years-time trip around the world to visit all you crazies.

Obviously some of you don't believe in showing your real self online and that's understandable. But if you do have any icons of yourself, when you request your drabble, comment using the one you like best? Even if you have to upload it for a day, to give me time to save it, and then take it down.

Yes, of course I'm planning to stalk you all.

I kid. I just have a folder of icons called 'Friends' and it needs filling up.

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Went for coffee and Chinese and general catching-up with not_in_denial and tairamika today, which was lovely :)