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Friday Free For All

Jan 01, 2010 11:56

HAPPY NEW YEAR and welcome to 2010! I hope you've all recovered from last nights festivities and are ready and raring to go with another year of comment_ficNot only is it New Year's Day, it's also Friday which can mean only one thing: Friday Free For All ( Read more... )

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badfalcon January 1 2010, 11:56:47 UTC

RPS, Christian Kane, new years resolution

Short but sweet rhade_rad January 1 2010, 14:56:34 UTC

The new Kane album will be released in 2010.

The new Kane album will be released in 2010.

I will not keep my fans in suspense any longer.

And I will get the band together for a good long USA and European tour to promote it.

Note: Okay more my wishful thinking. And if anyone has a longer version please feel free to write that too.

Re: Short but sweet badfalcon January 1 2010, 14:58:47 UTC

*grins* I'm right there with you on that one!

Re: Short but sweet rhade_rad January 1 2010, 15:01:19 UTC

Sometimes inspiration just strikes!

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badfalcon January 1 2010, 11:57:03 UTC

Leverage/White Collar, Nate & Neal, hangover

badfalcon January 1 2010, 11:57:34 UTC

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, another day another monster

badfalcon January 1 2010, 11:58:13 UTC

Doctor Who, The Doctor, a scent on the breeze

Young Face, Old Bones girlmarauders January 3 2010, 22:14:00 UTC

Oh, this new body is so brilliant! He's got legs and eyes and fingers and lots of other wonderful body parts. He's sure about the hair. He's still not ginger and he's still as skinny as a rake. He remembers, vaguely, being a woman once. That had been curvy, to say the least.

His senses are driving him wild. The TARDIS tastes alright, although trying the conductor coolant had not been the best idea. Everything is bright in wonderful colour. He spends a whole evening in the garden just looking at flowers. He's very proud that he didn't even eat one.

Still, there's something pulling at him. Something beyond the wonder and joy of a new body. It smells like oil and war and hate. It burns his nostrils and gives him horrible shivers.

On the surface, he denies it. But somewhere, sometime, the Dalaks still live. He can smell them. He's not looking for them but he knows, under this young face, in these old bones, he will find them.

(I have just realized that this is possibly off-prompt. Still hope you enjoy! Squees for Eleven!)

badfalcon January 1 2010, 11:59:00 UTC

RPS, Jeff/Chris/Steve, here we go again