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I woke up nice and (way too) early. (Note to self: don't forget to take your Risperdal, or you'll wake up feeling like the opening of 'Contact'.)
But who cares?? Wah-hooooo!!
Yaaaay! It's Halloween! Gavs is gonna head to school in a bit, I'm gonna shower then we're heading to my parents for a tiny before-Halloween wedding anniversary gift-giving. Me and Pan were married on this day--or night, rather--in my parents' spooky backyard in 2001, seven years ago. I happen to love him. We've had a lovely time with the gift Pan got as an early anniversary gift--the 20th Anniversary Mystery Science Theater special edition box set. It's pure heaven. :)
As for fandom-luv, I'm having so much fun already with the drabbles people are putting out. I love this... thanks, aliensouldream, for the idea of having a Halloween get-together! It was fun pounding this out with you! :D
For everyone posting--I'll be adding everyone's story links to the grid throughout the day, and I'll try to post it in entire by tonight. If you run a bit late, don't worry! It's a busy day, so get it up when you can.
I'm also posting for kitcat72, who had TWO prompts. I think there were one or two others who had asked me to post for them, but I can't recall who. I'll try to track it all down, so we don't miss anyone.
Here's our treats for the goody bag!!
~*~
Cabbage Night
“Don’t hate me.”
“I don’t… knew it was you, anyway.”
“Wha… how?”
“When I got you with the hose, you yelled ‘Sweet fuck!’ That was distinct enough.”
“But--”
“And you dropped a lighter with your name inscribed on it.”
Zeke gawked. That was what happened to his silver-plated trinket two years ago. “So… you still love me even though I’d toilet-papered your entire yard and egged your dad’s car?”
“’Guess so. You still love me even though I sent you home soaked and screaming, right?”
Zeke grinned. “You gave me the worst cold ever.”
“Good,” Casey replied with a wink.
~*~
('Cabbage Night' refers to October 30th--it's the night of mischief and mayhem, where trees are toilet-papered, pumpkins smashed (:(...), cars are egged and shaving-creamed... all sorts of crazy crap. The term is used throughout New England and the Midwest.)
~*~
kitcat72's drabbles
Bump
Casey used to fear those sounds that went “bump” in the night. He would jump under his blanket, eyes shut tightly as he held his breath- listening and waiting for whatever it was to grab him.
Now that he’s older, things aren’t so different.
He still jumps at the bump against his window; he still squeezes his eyes shut at the creaking of the floor; he still holds his breath, waiting to be grabbed.
Only now his greatest fear is that Zeke will stop sneaking into his room and fucking him senseless.
Because Casey enjoys being “bumped” in the night.
~*~
Fear
“Snakes?”
“No.”
“Spiders?”
“Nope.”
“Heights?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Ghosts? Demons? Satan?”
“Don’t exist.”
“Yeah, you said that about aliens. Were you scared then?”
“More like aggravated and pissed off.”
“C’mon Zeke… you’ve got to be afraid of something.”
“Nope.”
“Fire? Tornados? Drowning?”
Zeke rolls his eyes.
“Cancer?”
Zeke responds by blowing cigarette smoke in Casey’s direction.
“I’ll figure it out one day.”
Zeke shrugs. His only fear is the day Casey realizes how much better he could do than Zeke.
“Hey, as long as alien-ass-kickin’ Casey-fucking-Connor stays at my side, I’ve nothing to fear.” Zeke says seriously.
And that is the truth.
But who cares?? Wah-hooooo!!
Yaaaay! It's Halloween! Gavs is gonna head to school in a bit, I'm gonna shower then we're heading to my parents for a tiny before-Halloween wedding anniversary gift-giving. Me and Pan were married on this day--or night, rather--in my parents' spooky backyard in 2001, seven years ago. I happen to love him. We've had a lovely time with the gift Pan got as an early anniversary gift--the 20th Anniversary Mystery Science Theater special edition box set. It's pure heaven. :)
As for fandom-luv, I'm having so much fun already with the drabbles people are putting out. I love this... thanks, aliensouldream, for the idea of having a Halloween get-together! It was fun pounding this out with you! :D
For everyone posting--I'll be adding everyone's story links to the grid throughout the day, and I'll try to post it in entire by tonight. If you run a bit late, don't worry! It's a busy day, so get it up when you can.
I'm also posting for kitcat72, who had TWO prompts. I think there were one or two others who had asked me to post for them, but I can't recall who. I'll try to track it all down, so we don't miss anyone.
Here's our treats for the goody bag!!
~*~
Cabbage Night
“Don’t hate me.”
“I don’t… knew it was you, anyway.”
“Wha… how?”
“When I got you with the hose, you yelled ‘Sweet fuck!’ That was distinct enough.”
“But--”
“And you dropped a lighter with your name inscribed on it.”
Zeke gawked. That was what happened to his silver-plated trinket two years ago. “So… you still love me even though I’d toilet-papered your entire yard and egged your dad’s car?”
“’Guess so. You still love me even though I sent you home soaked and screaming, right?”
Zeke grinned. “You gave me the worst cold ever.”
“Good,” Casey replied with a wink.
~*~
('Cabbage Night' refers to October 30th--it's the night of mischief and mayhem, where trees are toilet-papered, pumpkins smashed (:(...), cars are egged and shaving-creamed... all sorts of crazy crap. The term is used throughout New England and the Midwest.)
~*~
kitcat72's drabbles
Bump
Casey used to fear those sounds that went “bump” in the night. He would jump under his blanket, eyes shut tightly as he held his breath- listening and waiting for whatever it was to grab him.
Now that he’s older, things aren’t so different.
He still jumps at the bump against his window; he still squeezes his eyes shut at the creaking of the floor; he still holds his breath, waiting to be grabbed.
Only now his greatest fear is that Zeke will stop sneaking into his room and fucking him senseless.
Because Casey enjoys being “bumped” in the night.
~*~
Fear
“Snakes?”
“No.”
“Spiders?”
“Nope.”
“Heights?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Ghosts? Demons? Satan?”
“Don’t exist.”
“Yeah, you said that about aliens. Were you scared then?”
“More like aggravated and pissed off.”
“C’mon Zeke… you’ve got to be afraid of something.”
“Nope.”
“Fire? Tornados? Drowning?”
Zeke rolls his eyes.
“Cancer?”
Zeke responds by blowing cigarette smoke in Casey’s direction.
“I’ll figure it out one day.”
Zeke shrugs. His only fear is the day Casey realizes how much better he could do than Zeke.
“Hey, as long as alien-ass-kickin’ Casey-fucking-Connor stays at my side, I’ve nothing to fear.” Zeke says seriously.
And that is the truth.