Postcards from the Edge

Jan 21, 2011 02:17

I really hope everyone who requested got at least SOMETHING interesting from me. I sense I didn't fill a lot of these how people might have been expecting? Also, I have no graphics skills, so all that neat stuff people have been doing with the pictures and all? Yeah, no, you got a picture. And text. Finis.



egelantier ryan and reid, moscow



Pen,

I’m pretty sure the cats here are smarter than you. (Also, the wild dogs.)

We went to St. Basil’s, and it felt like a cliché, and a little bit of a lie, but it also was sort of one of the few times I’ve thought maybe I could believe in something again. Because, well, at the very least, mankind can do that. And that’s worth something.

“Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.”

I know you’ll know who wrote it. I think he must have been standing where I’m standing.

Ryan

spencer on trip to anywhere, and ryan with brendon

Requested to be set in Fair Market Value 'verse, I'd imagine it's a little weird without having read it.



The folks back at home,

Wish you were here. The purchasing goes well and should only take a few more days-I might even beat this card back. But the fields in this place are different, not given over to practicalities, but allowed to lie fallow and grow wild for years at a time. Their main trade is in livestock.

There’s an artist here who draws the horses. I shall bring back a picture to show you. And the wildflower jam they are famous for. And, of course, the new machine Ray is so intent on us all trying.

Do not play any of my favorite songs while I am gone. I will know.

Spencer

slashxmistress Ryan/Spencer - Mexico



Remember that time, at band camp in high school, when your family went to Cancun and totally left me on my own to waste away in the forsaken deserts of Nevada? Et tu, mofo.

I was thinking of texting, when I got back. Just in case you felt like answering.

elucreh: Neal Caffrey, Pete Wentz, Tokyo



My dear Mr. Barrie-

A true master of taking things without permission would, I presume, feel that art stands on its own, regardless of context. But so much of this city fits together like a masterpiece. I fear to walk off with anything would be to strip a Renoir of all the reds.

For some reason, I think this will make sense to you.

John Darling

thepouncer: Fiona/Ziva, Lisbon



Zi-

And so we have both defected. At least I chose somewhere sunny-for certain values of choice. Then again, you came from somewhere sunny, so I suppose the trade off was only fair.

Still, I remember what you look like standing on a shore.

I leave tonight to get back to the States. You know where to find me. Come visit.

Bring a bikini. Fi

Neal Caffrey/Spencer Reid, Aruba



My good doctor,

Papiamento is the most fluid, artistic spoken language. I think even you would listen to it without breaking it into syllables, phonemes, morphemes.

If you ever get here, tell me if you hear the art rather than the science.

Your Most Troublesome Admirer

Faith/Ryan Atwood, Kyoto



Atwood,

Don’t let it fool you-there’s a Hellmouth under it. Or, well, somewhere close.

Still, you should come. I’ll save you from the sushi, promise. Just, I could use someone else who remembers it’s not just the vamps and demons that are a problem up here.

If you have the time. F

lifeasanamazon: Snape and Hermione, Iona



Severus,

The conference sessions on early Celtic spoken magic’s morphology have been most worthwhile, but I admit I have missed out on several of the others. I believe we ought to bring the girls here, let them loose in these ruins. There is something plainly, physically magical about them in a way I want them to know. I think it would give them some insight into who I am, or at least, who I was brought up to be. I think it might not harm you to acknowledge those aspects of yourself either.

You can scowl at me when I return.

All my love.

kwanalicious: Lucivar/Daemon, Fyreborn Islands



Daemonar has almost been eaten by the dragons twice-and they’ve not even a taste for Eyriens.

Don’t laugh, Bastard. Come help. I know very well you can. If not for me, for Jaenelle. You know how she loves her nephew.

Prick

raffie79: Spencer, Brendon, space



Spence, check out the view from Station 6k11-Delta! Pretty amazing, huh?

Scuttlebutt’s good here. (That’s Old Earth for rumor! The old man in the Synthetics Shop taught me it.) I think I might have good news upon my return. We’ll find him, I promise.

In any case, I’m picking up some of those Bel-Dorin scauches that you refuse to admit liking but that I’ve caught you eating at LEAST four times.

See you when I get back! Brendon

mrsquizzical: Bob/Spencer, Australia (I cheated and set this in Wednesday-‘verse)



Hey Spence,

I thought you’d like sharing this card with Ryan. One of these days we’ll drug the hell out of you and get the four of you over here to see for yourselves.

The community I’m serving is really in need. Think even more than the one I was serving when we met. I’m taking pictures and I have stories and I’m glad I came, but I can’t wait to get back to you.

Tell everyone hi. Don’t tell anyone else I love them.

roga: Donna Moss/Brendon, Washington, D.C.



Dear Ms. Moss,

Thank you for finding me when I lost the tour group and clearing up that slight National Security issue. I swear it’s just that I have a really bad sense of direction. And sometimes I don’t pay the best attention. I really appreciate you understanding and speaking up for me.

Sincerely,

Brendon Boyd Urie

P.S. Spencer says to say you have excellent taste in shoes.

redandglenda: Gerard/Bob Australia



Geeway:

I hate that this place makes me think of your hair at night. You should get less stupid hair.

I plan to stop missing you any day now.

Bob

turps33: Mikey/Ryan, soundtracking ‘verse

(This one probably does not make much sense if you are not me or Terri. I apologize.)



Mikey,

I know I’m not supposed to ask, more than anyone (well, mostly anyone not Frank or Brendon) I know but Brendon stopped speaking, not even Spence can get him to say anything. The first few days we just those kinds of things still happen, but it’s been a week. None of the usual tactics work, not music or the pets or his favorite foods.

If you have any thoughts, we’re in the Facula System and you know our signal.

Please. Ryan

Mikey/Ryan, London



Ryan, Gee didn’t know this one, when I quoted it, but I thought you might (he’s not really into poetry if it’s not set to music) “This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually.” It’s what I always think, though. Maybe it’s because of Elena and the playacting that felt too real. It helped Gee, I know, but back then the surface of reality was always a little filmy for me.

I guess this means I miss you, Mikey

trcunning: Britney, Justin, UCLA Medical Center



Brit-

For all the times I was the adult in the relationship, I wish I’d been one when it mattered.

Try trusting me one last time: find someone in your corner-not your mom’s or your agent’s or anyone else’s. Just yours.

J

b_dsaint: Mikey/Frank-Pete, Chicago

As requested, set in Light to Burn All the Empires 'verse. Probably works without having read it?



Sweet and Not-So-Sweet (u know which is which),

My mom says to say hi even tho u r both douchey abandoning abandoners who do not deserve it. Tour my ass. It’s Labor Day Weekend. Laborous efforts r expressly forbidden. U r breaking the laws of the universe.

Which is to say, I’m having ALL the fun without u. All of it.

Sweetest ‘lil dude

allecto: Zev and Ronni, anywhere that’s not England

This is kind of a ridic amazing request that takes place in Care of Magical Creatures 'verse. It will make NO sense without having read that monster.



Big brother,

Tell Liang Hu that he’s a big liar-my Chinese is terrible and everyone here thinks my accent horribly funny. Master Fai doesn’t care at all, though. He says my transfigurations are some of the best he’s ever seen, even better than Aunt Minerva!! He says he thinks he can get a spot for me at the Daiyu Academy.

I should go, right? I mean, if he can? It’s just I already miss you and mum and the dads and it’s very far away. And I miss running with all of you at the full moon. My legs don’t get enough exercise here.

Your annoying little brat of a (BRILLIANT) sister

mourning_night: Mikey/Ray, FL

As per request, set in Wednesday 'verse. Probably decently reliant on that background?



Dear Ray,

I told you I needed you to come with: I’m sunburnt and I’ve only been here for seven hours. I think I might have forgotten the sunscreen.

Our meeting with the grant people went well-I think they want to give us the money. We used that one completely pathetic picture of Old Ryan, along with some others. (Please don’t ever, EVER tell him that.) After that, it was just a matter of Gee getting all big-eyed and earnest about the children, oh dear lord, the children, you know, the way he does.

What are you making me for dinner when I get back?

Wish you were here, Hot Nurse Mikey

(P.S. I always knew the patients used that, but Bob totally ratted you out as the one who started it.)

doll_revolution: pete wentz / duo maxwell - L2 or Budapest



PLKWIII (Have you ever noticed that your initials are longer than your nickname?),

This place needs a soundtrack. Something like ABBA.

I uncovered part of Ckrstyl Runners route. This place is going to be swarming with Preventers in two days. Then all the kids brave enough to play in the streets will go underground again, and probably be part of the next sweep.

I need good tempura. Impossible to find here.

Angel of Death



Angel,

No tempura here, but I can offer you some ridiculously good goulash. Srsly, I might have to stay here, just for the goulash. Well, this stuffed pancake shit they’ve got going on doesn’t hurt.

I’m the last person in the world who should get to say this, but: save what you can. The rest is not yours. We’re all only capable of what we’re capable. Tautological, for sure, but I’m starting to think true.

Just a Boy

penelope garcia / abbey - comic con



Penny-

Told you you should’ve joined me for that last bar.

Abigail

crowgirl13: Bill Weasley, Bob, Montreal



Bob,

I know you’ve sworn off the sonicuro branch of magics since your perceived failure with your friend Michael, but I’ve got a curse up here that needs a professional, and you’re the one nearest. Not to mention the only one I really trust to bring in.

I’ll buy you a beer. Two, if your poison is still butterbeer and it takes at least that many to get started.

Your old friend, Bill

drenagon: Jon/Pete, New Orleans

As requested, set in 3%, i.e., these two boy's part of TGAN-'verse. Uh...maybe stands on its own? Definitely makes more sense if you've read.



jonjacobjingleheimerschmidt,

came here 1nce before u Saw me.

lost myself in high clarinet notes and a grl.

dont wnt to b lost. wnt u to b here, finding me.

peter, the lost boy

left_of_weir: Shawshank Redemption verse where Jon has bust out of jail and Ryan is still inside, while Spencer and Brendon are his friends from the outside, and they are all writing to each other. Well, prolly not TO Jon because they don't know how to get postcards to him.



Ry,

Had a visitor. Set out the birdfeeder, even if it’s a little early in the season.

I think I’ll leave it out.

Spence



Ry,

Found a nice place to hide away. It’s invite only.

(Door’s open).

Bden



Ryan,

Sometimes you forget to open your eyes and your ears.



To the three people this concerns:

Message(s) received.

On my way (home).

jedusaur: Anya, Gerard, Hell



Party Poison (or whatever dumbass character you’ve decided on this year),

I always forget how full of rabbits this place is. Can’t a dead ex-demon chick just pop into Hell for her monthly check on the charges without having to avoid all the damn rabbits?

Evidently not.

Do NOT be tempted. If I see you on either side of my existence any time in the near future, I will be pissed and take Mikey as revenge.

Hopefully that dickface angel actually finds a way to get this to you.

Yours, Anya

gillianjar: Carter, Teal’c, Atlantis



Teal’c,

The thoughts you sent me on combat training are appreciated. I’m forwarding them on to Sheppard and Ronon, since I think taking over now would probably be a first step to mutiny.

We’ve run out of the peanut butter filled pretzels. Again. I’ve calculated the statistic likelihood that someone has found my stash at 100%. I’ll have to find a new hiding place.

I miss you. I miss the team, of course but you were always there.

I hope this finds you well. Sam

fic: gundam wing, fic: oc, fic: criminal minds, fic: buffy, fic: harry potter, fic: bandom, fic: stargate, fic: burn notice, fic: white collar, fic: popslash, fic: blood jewels, fic: ncis, fic, fic: west wing

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