Icons -> Drabbles
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and write a drabble about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon/fic glee.
I don't write a majority of these normally, so it was an interesting experience. :D Although don't expect these to be serious/factually correct/relatable to any given timelines or events. Also, they were written really really late at night. Haha.
royalty25 asked me to drabble-ify these icons:
“Well I reckon this whole trip is…” Jack waved his hands around in search of the right word, “Rubbish. Bollocks. Monkey shit.” He nodded to himself, satisfied, and placed his hands on the hilt of his sword.
Elizabeth looked back at him and raised her eyebrows. “Giving up already, Jack?”
“ 'Giving up already, Captain Jack'.”
She rolled her eyes. Barbossa echoed the motion with a grunt.
“Anyway, I’m not giving anything up, what with the fact that I haven’t got anything to give up, seeing as you’ve dragged us all the way out here to get that same nothing that we still haven’t got."
“Girly say’s she’s found treasure, and that’s a lot more than you’ve had to say lately,” Barbossa barked. “So I says we let ‘er lead. Either you shut up and get back to the ship or you shut up and keep walkin’.”
“ ‘Treasure’, she says. I don’t trust her-what kind of treasure?” Jack grumbled. “Treasure could be a box of bloody combs. Would be a treasure for her, maybe, but not for Captain Jack Sparrow, that’s for certain.”
Elizabeth placed a hand on her hip and smirked. “What if I said this side-trip I’ve-how’d you put it?-‘dragged’ us on ends with rum. Lots of rum.”
“Rum?” He straightened up. “Now the girl’s talking! Forward to treasure!” He exclaimed. When the other two began to lag behind, he whipped back on them and barked that they hurry up, for there were combs to be found and rum to be had.
Hello Interns.
The Big Lady thought babysitting would be a better waste of time for me today than clinic duty, so you’re stuck with me for the next two hours. You wouldn’t be, except that it’s flu season and scaring med students is more appealing than prescribing Nyquil for two hours.
So keep up, shut up, and pay attention.
Lesson one: Everybody lies. Any questions? No? Good. Remember this one.
Lesson two: These are defibrillators. You should know that. If you don’t, then you should go home because you’re a worthless human being and an even worthlesser doctor.
We use defibrillators on patients who lie. Like this guy-he probably lied about the drugs he was on, and so whatever we just gave him is now shutting down his heart.
What? His name? I don’t know. That’s not part of today’s lesson.
Now who wants to shock this guy back to life so he can lie to us all over again? Hurry up, because the next stop is my favorite, the lounge-that’s Latin for Free Cable-where we’ll be watching some super informative medical tapes called Soap Operas.
Sound good?
Okay.
Let’s defibrillate some liars.
Han didn’t want to say it, but the conversation was quickly forcing him to his wit’s end and his last resort. “I forbid it,” he declared finally with a wag of his finger in Leia’s face.
“You forbid it?” she asked flatly.
“Um.” He hesitated a moment, his finger still poised in mid-air. “Yes. I forbid it,” he finished with added gusto.
“Really?” She asked. “You’re really going to forbid me from something? You-the guy who would still be frozen in carbonite if I hadn’t saved his neck by risking my own? Who would probably be Jabba’s personal manservant right now if I hadn’t killed him too? Or Darth Vader’s wall decoration?”
Han’s finger slipped down a few inches. He frowned. Leia used his moment of weakness to lean forward and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back in a week. You and Chewie have fun.”
“Damn it.”
He never could win an argument with her.
“This is crazy. We should not be doing this.”
“When else are you going to get to ride a hippogriff, Remus? Come on, it’s so foggy out no one will see us anyway, and Buckbeak needs to stretch his wings.”
“You should be inside somewhere, not out here in the open-“
“So should you. It’s so cold out, and you always were very prone to catching sick-”
“Sirius.”
“Oh, come on, we already made it this far. Climb on. The sooner we’re in the air the less likely we are to be seen. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Remus glared at Sirius’s outstretched hand for a few seconds, but even he knew this was as lost a cause now as it had been eighty minutes earlier when Sirius had got this lovely idea in the first place. So he took the hand and heaved himself onto Buckbeak’s back behind Sirius, who promptly grabbed Remus’s arms and wrapped them around his waist. (“Hold tight, this is different from the motorcycle!”)
…When else would he get to ride a hippogriff?
“Darling,” Katharine drawled between puffs from her cigarette, “When are you just going to kiss him?”
“What?” Lauren asked, laughing.
“You know,” Katharine waved her cigarette holder in the air as if the smoke it trailed would somehow clarify her point, “Kiss him. I say just do it, dear, because we all know it’s going to happen and I’ve got a bet going with Mr. Tracy that I’d rather like to win.”
“Katharine, I’m not really sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh you poor girl-Humphrey! My God, it’s not like you haven’t been cozying up to him any chance you’ve had since you two started filming.”
“-We just met!”
“Pish posh. Doesn’t mean you can’t lay him a big one. Right on the lips here, honey.” She tapped her bottom lip with her pinkie. “You’ve done it before. Don’t make me explain it to you.”
“Katharine!”
“All I’m saying is nobody likes a gal who beats around the bush, dear.”
Lauren sighed and tried to move the conversation on to other things. Katharine eventually let her, but when Humphrey joined them a bit later in the evening for a drink, Katharine winked at Lauren when he had his back turned.
And when Lauren pecked him on the cheek later that night, Katharine figured it was a good enough start.
Within a week she was harassing Spencer for money, and he was grumbling about how unfair it was since she had meddled. But they’d honestly never set any rules against meddling and what was he complaining about?-she’d done a good thing and saved them all a lot of trouble.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and write a drabble about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon/fic glee.
I don't write a majority of these normally, so it was an interesting experience. :D Although don't expect these to be serious/factually correct/relatable to any given timelines or events. Also, they were written really really late at night. Haha.
royalty25 asked me to drabble-ify these icons:
“Well I reckon this whole trip is…” Jack waved his hands around in search of the right word, “Rubbish. Bollocks. Monkey shit.” He nodded to himself, satisfied, and placed his hands on the hilt of his sword.
Elizabeth looked back at him and raised her eyebrows. “Giving up already, Jack?”
“ 'Giving up already, Captain Jack'.”
She rolled her eyes. Barbossa echoed the motion with a grunt.
“Anyway, I’m not giving anything up, what with the fact that I haven’t got anything to give up, seeing as you’ve dragged us all the way out here to get that same nothing that we still haven’t got."
“Girly say’s she’s found treasure, and that’s a lot more than you’ve had to say lately,” Barbossa barked. “So I says we let ‘er lead. Either you shut up and get back to the ship or you shut up and keep walkin’.”
“ ‘Treasure’, she says. I don’t trust her-what kind of treasure?” Jack grumbled. “Treasure could be a box of bloody combs. Would be a treasure for her, maybe, but not for Captain Jack Sparrow, that’s for certain.”
Elizabeth placed a hand on her hip and smirked. “What if I said this side-trip I’ve-how’d you put it?-‘dragged’ us on ends with rum. Lots of rum.”
“Rum?” He straightened up. “Now the girl’s talking! Forward to treasure!” He exclaimed. When the other two began to lag behind, he whipped back on them and barked that they hurry up, for there were combs to be found and rum to be had.
Hello Interns.
The Big Lady thought babysitting would be a better waste of time for me today than clinic duty, so you’re stuck with me for the next two hours. You wouldn’t be, except that it’s flu season and scaring med students is more appealing than prescribing Nyquil for two hours.
So keep up, shut up, and pay attention.
Lesson one: Everybody lies. Any questions? No? Good. Remember this one.
Lesson two: These are defibrillators. You should know that. If you don’t, then you should go home because you’re a worthless human being and an even worthlesser doctor.
We use defibrillators on patients who lie. Like this guy-he probably lied about the drugs he was on, and so whatever we just gave him is now shutting down his heart.
What? His name? I don’t know. That’s not part of today’s lesson.
Now who wants to shock this guy back to life so he can lie to us all over again? Hurry up, because the next stop is my favorite, the lounge-that’s Latin for Free Cable-where we’ll be watching some super informative medical tapes called Soap Operas.
Sound good?
Okay.
Let’s defibrillate some liars.
Han didn’t want to say it, but the conversation was quickly forcing him to his wit’s end and his last resort. “I forbid it,” he declared finally with a wag of his finger in Leia’s face.
“You forbid it?” she asked flatly.
“Um.” He hesitated a moment, his finger still poised in mid-air. “Yes. I forbid it,” he finished with added gusto.
“Really?” She asked. “You’re really going to forbid me from something? You-the guy who would still be frozen in carbonite if I hadn’t saved his neck by risking my own? Who would probably be Jabba’s personal manservant right now if I hadn’t killed him too? Or Darth Vader’s wall decoration?”
Han’s finger slipped down a few inches. He frowned. Leia used his moment of weakness to lean forward and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back in a week. You and Chewie have fun.”
“Damn it.”
He never could win an argument with her.
“This is crazy. We should not be doing this.”
“When else are you going to get to ride a hippogriff, Remus? Come on, it’s so foggy out no one will see us anyway, and Buckbeak needs to stretch his wings.”
“You should be inside somewhere, not out here in the open-“
“So should you. It’s so cold out, and you always were very prone to catching sick-”
“Sirius.”
“Oh, come on, we already made it this far. Climb on. The sooner we’re in the air the less likely we are to be seen. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Remus glared at Sirius’s outstretched hand for a few seconds, but even he knew this was as lost a cause now as it had been eighty minutes earlier when Sirius had got this lovely idea in the first place. So he took the hand and heaved himself onto Buckbeak’s back behind Sirius, who promptly grabbed Remus’s arms and wrapped them around his waist. (“Hold tight, this is different from the motorcycle!”)
…When else would he get to ride a hippogriff?
“Darling,” Katharine drawled between puffs from her cigarette, “When are you just going to kiss him?”
“What?” Lauren asked, laughing.
“You know,” Katharine waved her cigarette holder in the air as if the smoke it trailed would somehow clarify her point, “Kiss him. I say just do it, dear, because we all know it’s going to happen and I’ve got a bet going with Mr. Tracy that I’d rather like to win.”
“Katharine, I’m not really sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh you poor girl-Humphrey! My God, it’s not like you haven’t been cozying up to him any chance you’ve had since you two started filming.”
“-We just met!”
“Pish posh. Doesn’t mean you can’t lay him a big one. Right on the lips here, honey.” She tapped her bottom lip with her pinkie. “You’ve done it before. Don’t make me explain it to you.”
“Katharine!”
“All I’m saying is nobody likes a gal who beats around the bush, dear.”
Lauren sighed and tried to move the conversation on to other things. Katharine eventually let her, but when Humphrey joined them a bit later in the evening for a drink, Katharine winked at Lauren when he had his back turned.
And when Lauren pecked him on the cheek later that night, Katharine figured it was a good enough start.
Within a week she was harassing Spencer for money, and he was grumbling about how unfair it was since she had meddled. But they’d honestly never set any rules against meddling and what was he complaining about?-she’d done a good thing and saved them all a lot of trouble.