I figured I'd do my part to welcome ozsaur to hardtime100 by writing a drabble for her first challenge. Thanks to her for taking over the reins, thanks to rileyc for hoisting the banner for so long, and thanks to all the Oz fans out there who keep the show alive in their hearts ( Read more... )

Figured, I'd start things off. This is a really cool idea, so I hope lots of people will play.

( Three Postcards, Mav Style )

Hmm...kind of a weird entry, but when has that ever stopped me. Let's call it a conversation that never took place in Season 666.Hindsight ( Read more... )

A get well drabble for rileyc Feel better darling.

shrive • \SHRYVE\ • verb
1 : to administer the sacrament of reconciliation to
*2 : to free from guilt ( Read more... )

I think the heat melted my brain. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

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“Time for our Foxy Weather Check-in. Our celebrity meteorologist today is none other than our own Miss Sally. How’s it looking out there ( Read more... )

Apparently I'm not good with the free form so I asked kitestringer to give me a prompt to use in a drabble and she said, "Stay down and keep your mouth shut." It appears, I like when she gives me orders. Invincible ( Read more... )

Because in my world, the boys do get one more night together before the sacrifice in CLaK.Standing at the sink, Chris’s dripping wet reflection meets Toby’s eyes in the mirror bringing with it a heady sense of deja-vu ( Read more... )

It sat on Sister Pete’s desk for weeks before he’d gotten up the nerve to touch it. He figured she wouldn’t mind, not really. She’d see it when she sealed the envelope. Stretching his arms out in front of him, he turned the Polaroid on himself and snapped the picture. As his image floated up from the gray surface like magic, he was surprised at how ( Read more... )

A two for one deal today, an entry forrustler's flash fic challenge and a story for smut day.

During the height of Operation Toby, season two Keller does a little musing and masturbating after lights out.

( Personal Pavlov )

Proving yet again that I'm one sick puppy.“I was prepared to kill you easy,” I say, my twisting grip on his nuts dropping him down to my level. “But you had to go and hurt Beecher ( Read more... )