five things, part 2
Another four, although I totally bombed the A/M one. (but at least one was long?) If more than one came in for a particular fandom, I'm doing the first one -- if inspiration lasts me when I'm through the first round, I'll try and get to the repeats. *g*
Five things Rodney would say to the writers of Back to the Future, for ozziebabe
1. Oh, of course it had to be a DeLorean, even though those doors are ridiculous and the car barely even gets 130 horsepower and costs a stupid amount of money and has no cargo space, because exactly what you would want in a mobile time machine is a difficult-to-replace and expensive frame when a $5000 Volvo would do and have better safety features, and for that matter... (etc etc)
2. Flux capacitor. Flux capacitor. What the hell is a flux capacitor! What does that even mean! Do you people even know what a capacitor is? For that matter, do you even know what "flux" means?
3. Hello, have you people even heard of chaos theory? Avoiding incest with his mother would have been the least of McFly's problems in preserving the timestream.
4. We're not even going to TALK about the magical fading photograph.
5. I've seen it 47 times.
Five things about Aubrey that Maturin finds secretly hysterical for vassilissa
Ack, okay for some reason this one just killed me, so here's what little I've been able to come up with. *hangs head in shame*
1. However Stephen has been forced to accustom himself, that Jack will insist upon sailing away without a moment's notice from treasures, infinitely precious, a wealth of material for a natural historian sure to never come again, ignoring entirely the cost to science and progress, for the sake of some small unimportant matter such as a tide, or the taking of a prize, is to him on every fresh occasion the cause of great and nearly incoherent pain, and often the subject of violent remonstrances. (It may justly be argued that this cannot be said to be secret, however, Jack continues to be regularly surprised in the event.)
2. The notion that Jack should deliver a sermon remains a deeply amusing one.
3. Stolen from basingstoke, in chat: "like when aubrey walks up to the sleeping lion in africa and laughs a mighty ha-ha! before tapping it manfully on the nose," although I am not entirely sure that it is not Stephen who would be creeping along towards the lion intently. Perhaps Jack thinks the lion is dead, and is rudely surprised to find otherwise.
(Sorry... inspiration has failed me!) :/
Five memories Duncan MacLeod uses to comfort himself, for kiezh
1. Sparring with Connor on the shores of Loch Shiel, kicking up spray as they swung at each other, the air full of the smell of heather in bloom.
2. The look on Darius's face, the first time Duncan beat him at chess.
3. A morning in Paris, Tessa standing with the sun-dazzled Seine behind her, casting her face into a shadow-silhouette; he could tell she was smiling anyway.
4. He's ashamed of it, but he remembers Horton's death with deep satisfaction.
5. A lullabye, in Gaelic, in his mother's voice; it is one of his earliest memories. Every once in a while, though, he finds that has to grope after the words or the melody, that they have faded a little. He asked Methos once: what he remembers, whether he'd found some way of holding on. Methos didn't say anything, and for a moment five thousand years looked out of his eyes. Duncan didn't ask again.
Five ways Sonny never died for merricatk
*also paddles happily down the river of denial*
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1. Daryl wasn't satisfied with busting Patrice and Mahoney and letting Steelgrave off easy. He and Frank had a screaming match about it, and then Frank grimly called Vinnie in and passed on the orders: Vinnie was supposed to walk Sonny into a reverse hit on Patrice, with a twenty-to-life pricetag attached. It didn't so much walk along the line of entrapment as do a pole vault over it.
Patrice is long dead. Mahoney's gradually retiring into a fat and smug old age; Joey Baglia's grandkids call him Uncle Mack.
Frank still sees Vinnie occasionally -- at a distance, through a telephoto lens, at Sonny's side.
2. Sonny woke up in the morgue with a headache and a toe-tag with time of death stamped on it. He didn't know what the fuck had happened, but he didn't plan on hanging around to find out from inside a jail cell. He stole some clothes and a gun and snuck out into the streets. He was on a public phone in a deserted corner of Penn Station when his head started pounding and this fucking lunatic with a sword approached him and started babbling about challenging him. Sonny shot him three separate times before he got the idea that the guy wasn't going to stay dead. Then he tried the sword.
He hated goddamn Quickenings. Immortality, though, had its upsides.
3. When Jack Phillips called to say he had surveillance photos of Frank McPike meeting some other OCB guy, Sonny didn't send Vinnie to pick them up; wasn't worth his time. Instead, he had Phillips mail them to an anonymous P.O. Box, and then he had a low-level operative get them and forward them on to the office. The envelope was waiting on his desk when he got in, late, the morning after Vinnie had been inducted into la Famiglia.
Vinnie was still asleep when Sonny came back upstairs. Sonny sat down on the bed, the photos in his hand spilling out across the covers, and waited. Vinnie woke up, rubbing his face, and looked down at the photos. Then he looked at the gun Sonny was holding. Sonny looked at it too. It felt like it was in someone else's hand. Neither of them said anything.
Then Sonny turned the gun around and held it out. Vinnie's face, white and shocked, told him he'd won.
4. Vinnie realized what Sonny was going to do in that fuck-you-love-you moment, and lunged for him; they hit the wires together, and the electricity arced through them both, like lightning striking over and over in the same place. Then Vinnie crumpled to the ground, surprised to still be breathing; the world felt different on his skin. He let his head roll to the side, and stared right into his own face, eyes wide.
"What the hell," Sonny said, in Vinnie's voice.
5. Sonny lives in Vinnie's peripheral vision, right on the edge, in that place where Vinnie knows that if only he turned his head fast enough, if only he did it at the right second, he'd meet Sonny's eyes; he'd see him there, inside the store, sitting at the other table, across the street, looking back; or at least he'd catch a glimpse of Sonny's back, walking out the door, turning away. Vinnie doesn't usually try, because he's never fast enough, and afterwards Sonny stays away for a while. Vinnie's not sure whether it's because he's failed or because he tried. Either way, he doesn't usually try, except when he can't help himself, because it's better than nothing.
Five things Rodney would say to the writers of Back to the Future, for ozziebabe
1. Oh, of course it had to be a DeLorean, even though those doors are ridiculous and the car barely even gets 130 horsepower and costs a stupid amount of money and has no cargo space, because exactly what you would want in a mobile time machine is a difficult-to-replace and expensive frame when a $5000 Volvo would do and have better safety features, and for that matter... (etc etc)
2. Flux capacitor. Flux capacitor. What the hell is a flux capacitor! What does that even mean! Do you people even know what a capacitor is? For that matter, do you even know what "flux" means?
3. Hello, have you people even heard of chaos theory? Avoiding incest with his mother would have been the least of McFly's problems in preserving the timestream.
4. We're not even going to TALK about the magical fading photograph.
5. I've seen it 47 times.
Five things about Aubrey that Maturin finds secretly hysterical for vassilissa
Ack, okay for some reason this one just killed me, so here's what little I've been able to come up with. *hangs head in shame*
1. However Stephen has been forced to accustom himself, that Jack will insist upon sailing away without a moment's notice from treasures, infinitely precious, a wealth of material for a natural historian sure to never come again, ignoring entirely the cost to science and progress, for the sake of some small unimportant matter such as a tide, or the taking of a prize, is to him on every fresh occasion the cause of great and nearly incoherent pain, and often the subject of violent remonstrances. (It may justly be argued that this cannot be said to be secret, however, Jack continues to be regularly surprised in the event.)
2. The notion that Jack should deliver a sermon remains a deeply amusing one.
3. Stolen from basingstoke, in chat: "like when aubrey walks up to the sleeping lion in africa and laughs a mighty ha-ha! before tapping it manfully on the nose," although I am not entirely sure that it is not Stephen who would be creeping along towards the lion intently. Perhaps Jack thinks the lion is dead, and is rudely surprised to find otherwise.
(Sorry... inspiration has failed me!) :/
Five memories Duncan MacLeod uses to comfort himself, for kiezh
1. Sparring with Connor on the shores of Loch Shiel, kicking up spray as they swung at each other, the air full of the smell of heather in bloom.
2. The look on Darius's face, the first time Duncan beat him at chess.
3. A morning in Paris, Tessa standing with the sun-dazzled Seine behind her, casting her face into a shadow-silhouette; he could tell she was smiling anyway.
4. He's ashamed of it, but he remembers Horton's death with deep satisfaction.
5. A lullabye, in Gaelic, in his mother's voice; it is one of his earliest memories. Every once in a while, though, he finds that has to grope after the words or the melody, that they have faded a little. He asked Methos once: what he remembers, whether he'd found some way of holding on. Methos didn't say anything, and for a moment five thousand years looked out of his eyes. Duncan didn't ask again.
Five ways Sonny never died for merricatk
*also paddles happily down the river of denial*
1. Summary of story I am actually writing deleted.
1. Summary of other story I am actually writing deleted.
1. Summary of third story I am actually writing, also deleted.
1. Daryl wasn't satisfied with busting Patrice and Mahoney and letting Steelgrave off easy. He and Frank had a screaming match about it, and then Frank grimly called Vinnie in and passed on the orders: Vinnie was supposed to walk Sonny into a reverse hit on Patrice, with a twenty-to-life pricetag attached. It didn't so much walk along the line of entrapment as do a pole vault over it.
Patrice is long dead. Mahoney's gradually retiring into a fat and smug old age; Joey Baglia's grandkids call him Uncle Mack.
Frank still sees Vinnie occasionally -- at a distance, through a telephoto lens, at Sonny's side.
2. Sonny woke up in the morgue with a headache and a toe-tag with time of death stamped on it. He didn't know what the fuck had happened, but he didn't plan on hanging around to find out from inside a jail cell. He stole some clothes and a gun and snuck out into the streets. He was on a public phone in a deserted corner of Penn Station when his head started pounding and this fucking lunatic with a sword approached him and started babbling about challenging him. Sonny shot him three separate times before he got the idea that the guy wasn't going to stay dead. Then he tried the sword.
He hated goddamn Quickenings. Immortality, though, had its upsides.
3. When Jack Phillips called to say he had surveillance photos of Frank McPike meeting some other OCB guy, Sonny didn't send Vinnie to pick them up; wasn't worth his time. Instead, he had Phillips mail them to an anonymous P.O. Box, and then he had a low-level operative get them and forward them on to the office. The envelope was waiting on his desk when he got in, late, the morning after Vinnie had been inducted into la Famiglia.
Vinnie was still asleep when Sonny came back upstairs. Sonny sat down on the bed, the photos in his hand spilling out across the covers, and waited. Vinnie woke up, rubbing his face, and looked down at the photos. Then he looked at the gun Sonny was holding. Sonny looked at it too. It felt like it was in someone else's hand. Neither of them said anything.
Then Sonny turned the gun around and held it out. Vinnie's face, white and shocked, told him he'd won.
4. Vinnie realized what Sonny was going to do in that fuck-you-love-you moment, and lunged for him; they hit the wires together, and the electricity arced through them both, like lightning striking over and over in the same place. Then Vinnie crumpled to the ground, surprised to still be breathing; the world felt different on his skin. He let his head roll to the side, and stared right into his own face, eyes wide.
"What the hell," Sonny said, in Vinnie's voice.
5. Sonny lives in Vinnie's peripheral vision, right on the edge, in that place where Vinnie knows that if only he turned his head fast enough, if only he did it at the right second, he'd meet Sonny's eyes; he'd see him there, inside the store, sitting at the other table, across the street, looking back; or at least he'd catch a glimpse of Sonny's back, walking out the door, turning away. Vinnie doesn't usually try, because he's never fast enough, and afterwards Sonny stays away for a while. Vinnie's not sure whether it's because he's failed or because he tried. Either way, he doesn't usually try, except when he can't help himself, because it's better than nothing.