PROMPT 090 : FREE FOR ALL! Specifics for this month and websites for caps can be found in a listing here . Make sure you put the word you associate with Halloween in under the prompt tag or someplace in your post/title. For instance: Prompt: 090 Zombies or Prompt: 090 Bobbing For Apples. Rules : PLEASE CHECK THE RULES! Headers for fiction and fanart can be found under the the...
Wading Versus Drowning. Week 3: Thursday. Prompt: Family. x-posted @ charloft . I always thought that I was the well-adjusted one, that I was the one with the ability to cope with any situation. I look at Fender, how she has to cater to Malice after his episodes; I am so grateful to not have that kind of attachment. He lies on the floor, shuddering and whimpering and cowering like a kicked...
Seventh ‘Welcome to My Nightmare’challengeprompt: I meddled in things that man must leave alone. -- The Invisible Man You have 24 hours to write and post between a 100-1499 word drabble based on this prompt. If you finish all ‘Welcome to My Nightmare’ prompts you will receive an icon prize. Reminders: Please use posting format listed in sidebar, place all seven ‘Welcome to My Nightmare’ drabbles...
07. She’s some kind of demon messing in the glue // If you don’t watch out it’ll stick to you (Cream – ‘Strange Brew’) I think I have baked just about a hundred pies in the last week. Apple, pumpkin...fun around here, I’ve got all my treats taken care of and now I just need to take care of a few of the more interestin’ tricks. Like who I need to bribe to get Jack on dunk tank duty again this year
The sound of beeping and a respirator were the first things Mab noticed upon waking. That was followed by the feel of needles in her veins and the feel of the medication burning as they fought to keep...stunned as the doctors rushed back in to try and sedate her. They were afraid she would do more damage than was already done by the iron days past. Two people in the room knew it was no longer possible.
Happy early Halloween! Harry: Number One, why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in? Number Two, why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemail and not have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist? Number Three, you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again or there'll be fucking hell to pay. I'm fucking telling you - Harry. - In Bruges , 2008
Disclaimer: The Harry PotterUniverse doesn't and never did belong to me. I'm not making any profit with this; no violation is intended. Summary: Harry can never do anything normal, can he? Warnings...dance?" Harry smiled. "Is that a yes?" "Of course it is." Draco would have frowned, but he found he couldn't. There was a smile in the way. Harry smiled back. "Then I would love to." So they danced.
Three pics below the cut Brennan was first. And yes, I look a little disheveled in this picture, you try getting a four year old ready and smiling for a photo when all he wants to do is go play...me the triplets who are going to make our family complete. And yes, we're both standing in that picture, I'm that much shorter than him in flats. Which is another reason I like my four inch heels.
OK, this is a bit of a crack!fic...the prompt picture totally made me think of Scooby-Doo. No idea why, but it did. And thus this strange fic was born. You should catch the line of Scooby-Doo-ness if you're at all familiar with the Doo. Additionally, Harry's last line borrows from an episode of South Park. I hope you enjoy! Title: to the Mystery Machine Author: leo_draconis Length : Drabble...