writing chat + poll, etc.

[pocky_slash]

Hello, all. It is time for WRITING CHAT THINGY. As I have taken to calling it. For those who are new around these parts, it's a group chat where we share prompts to write fifteen minute ficlets. If you haven't come before but want to try it out, don't be afraid to stop by!

The name of the AIM chatroom is writingchatthingy. If you don't know how to

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[it's Sunday morning] Original (In Descending Order) - Silas + Tobias

[ruffwriter]

There was a very good reason that Silas didn’t take Tobias to church anymore

it's sunday morning- stargate atlantis- ronon/keller

[unrequited_rain]

Jennifer woke up and turned her face into the pillow next to her. It was empty. Ronon must have woke up early and gone out to the barn. For some reason he liked being out in the pasture watching the cows. She grabbed her robe and went outside.

She found him right where she thought he would be, leaning on the fence railing watching the sunrise. Quietly she slid to stand next to him and laid her hand on top of his. He turned his hand up and their fingers intertwined. She just laid her head on his shoulder as they watched the sunrise together.

Helena Bertinelli - Huntress, Sunday

[axolotl_lan]

Helena lay back on her sheets. It was Sunday morning. She could remember a time before the cape and mask where she'd have been appalled at herself for considering staying home.

It wasn't that she believed any less, for all the terrible things she'd seen in her nightly duties she had more reason to believe; to have faith in something than ever.

She curled into her blankets on her made bed, she really didn't want to get up, her back was sore her hands and wrists ached *swinging from buildings was tough on the body*. All she wanted was a long soak in the tub and maybe nice man in her bed to join her. Oh and maybe some sleep.

Her cross felt cool against her neck and she pictured cathedral ceilings, confessional and all those other people who got up and went no matter what they were doing the night before.

She thought about the lull of the priest's voice as he told stories that reminded her of her mission.

In moments she found that she was dressed and ready to go, she could always sleep in on Monday.

[sunday morning] original - danny/alan

[pocky_slash]

Sunday mornings are quiet, which is something that Danny never thought he'd appreciate. He used to live for the chase, for traveling the world and living on the edge and the mere idea of a white picket fence and a Sunday morning routine made him twitch. Now, though, he fervently looks forward to Sunday

Re: [sunday morning] original - danny/alan

[ruffwriter]

Aww, domestic bliss! Very quiet and sweet.

Re: [sunday morning] original - danny/alan

[inocciduous]

Aw, domestic bliss! I just want to hug Danny (and smack him, because in the other universe (the real one? lol) he's scared and stupid and a jackass and I'm so traumatized by it I can't forget even if this isn't the same) because he's such a dad and he loves Alan. ♥

[It's Sunday Morning] - HIMYM, Barney/Ted

[bergann]

It's Sunday morning and Ted's head is killing him. He doesn't even want to open his eyes, since he can tell there is a light on somewhere in the room and it might make his head feel even worse. Plus, the bed is really comfortable. Ted can't remember his bed feeling this comfortable before. He runs the hand resting on his stomach experimentally down to the mattress and over the sheets

Re: [It's Sunday Morning] - HIMYM, Barney/Ted

[unrequited_rain]

*clings to this* BARNEY/TED OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <33 THIS IS AWESOME LIKE AN AWESOME THING I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS MY GLEE AND JOY AT THIS ♥

Re: [It's Sunday Morning] - HIMYM, Barney/Ted

[semirose]

*flails* BARNEY/TED I <3 you so much.

Re: [It's Sunday Morning] - HIMYM, Barney/Ted

[bergann]

:D <3