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adina_atl, my very favorite meme, because it has totally been more than five minutes since I did this one and all six of my current WIPs are new since then. When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
In, uh, approximate order of seniority...
Stargate OT3 kidfic:
"One day this will be a story, one of our most important stories. This will be a story about our family," and the familiar words spilled from his mouth automatically, "which we don't tell to anyone else because they wouldn't understand, and anyway it's none of their business."
He glanced up at Sam and Jack as he said it, and caught both of them mouthing that along, as they usually did. Jack had his arm around Sam's shoulders, Sam had her arm around his waist, and as the familiar introduction ended, they both settled down to sit on the other side of Shy from Daniel--Sam and Shy between Jack and Daniel, in the familiar arrangement.
Stargate OT4 angstfic:
Sam thought she was dreaming at first. She'd had dreams like this, her guys being hurt or in danger, while she was unable to move to do anything about it. It couldn't actually be happening. Teal'c couldn't be sitting beside her with tears on his face while she just lay still and watched.
Kirk/McCoy, um:
McCoy reached back for the wording of his Granny's emptiest old threat, and trusted to his own absolute seriousness to make it convincing. "Captain or not, you are not too big for me to put you over my knee."
More different Kirk/McCoy:
Jim shook his head, pushing up onto an elbow. He didn't want to talk about it. He'd meant not to say anything to anyone, mostly including himself--but Bones had pretty much trained Jim out of refusing to tell him where it hurt or how long he'd been having that burning sensation. Jim answered the question, pretending to be past embarrassment like always.
Southland crack-cliche-something #1:
John gets Sherman into the kitchen, shoves his head under the sink tap, and leans over him to turn it on, without a word. It's been twenty seconds, maybe twenty-five. Sherman's still frozen, making no move to get his hands under the water, but he shuts his eyes tight.
Southland crack-cliche-something #2:
John dragged his steps a little, debating whether to take the kid out somewhere and personally see to getting him plastered.
Ben said, "Believe me, man, it would just make it worse."
John stopped short and looked over at Ben. He knew for a fucking fact he hadn't somehow spoken without meaning to--and he saw Ben freeze, eyes going wide as he stared at the asphalt, every inch of his body tensed for a blow.
adina_atl, my very favorite meme, because it has totally been more than five minutes since I did this one and all six of my current WIPs are new since then. When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.In, uh, approximate order of seniority...
Stargate OT3 kidfic:
"One day this will be a story, one of our most important stories. This will be a story about our family," and the familiar words spilled from his mouth automatically, "which we don't tell to anyone else because they wouldn't understand, and anyway it's none of their business."
He glanced up at Sam and Jack as he said it, and caught both of them mouthing that along, as they usually did. Jack had his arm around Sam's shoulders, Sam had her arm around his waist, and as the familiar introduction ended, they both settled down to sit on the other side of Shy from Daniel--Sam and Shy between Jack and Daniel, in the familiar arrangement.
Stargate OT4 angstfic:
Sam thought she was dreaming at first. She'd had dreams like this, her guys being hurt or in danger, while she was unable to move to do anything about it. It couldn't actually be happening. Teal'c couldn't be sitting beside her with tears on his face while she just lay still and watched.
Kirk/McCoy, um:
McCoy reached back for the wording of his Granny's emptiest old threat, and trusted to his own absolute seriousness to make it convincing. "Captain or not, you are not too big for me to put you over my knee."
More different Kirk/McCoy:
Jim shook his head, pushing up onto an elbow. He didn't want to talk about it. He'd meant not to say anything to anyone, mostly including himself--but Bones had pretty much trained Jim out of refusing to tell him where it hurt or how long he'd been having that burning sensation. Jim answered the question, pretending to be past embarrassment like always.
Southland crack-cliche-something #1:
John gets Sherman into the kitchen, shoves his head under the sink tap, and leans over him to turn it on, without a word. It's been twenty seconds, maybe twenty-five. Sherman's still frozen, making no move to get his hands under the water, but he shuts his eyes tight.
Southland crack-cliche-something #2:
John dragged his steps a little, debating whether to take the kid out somewhere and personally see to getting him plastered.
Ben said, "Believe me, man, it would just make it worse."
John stopped short and looked over at Ben. He knew for a fucking fact he hadn't somehow spoken without meaning to--and he saw Ben freeze, eyes going wide as he stared at the asphalt, every inch of his body tensed for a blow.
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I ... seriously do not know if I can actually pull that one off, but I keep starting over and trying...
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lmfao.
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Their friendship is not like other friendships.